Gratitude is the memory of the heart

1c25bf8f6c8fa1be9b6895e80dfc72bfThe blogosphere is buzzing with Diwali bee and I am still with the gratitude list of last month. On this special day of Diwali, I think I should not procrastinate it any more and here goes my post!!! October 2015 was a memorable year in my life for reasons known. My brother got married to his lady love this year ( More about it here ) and I feel so grateful to this nature that things went on as expected and the marriage was a super duper joyous event.

This month, I had been grateful to various people for various reasons.

  • The first wishes of gratitude for this month should certainly be extended to my mom, who made everything possible. After my father passed away, she stood like a rock solid pillar to protect us. Her due diligence and intelligent planning made it easier for the wedding to go as planned.
  • To the bride’s family who played the perfect hosts.
  • To all my cousins, who helped us to distribute the invitation cards, who were rock solid dance performers, who split nerve cracking jokes, who cooked midnight meals, who lent me the last minute cosmetics I lost, who were there from the beginning to the end.
  • To the cook who made delicious dishes all through the wedding though I am also cribbing that I put on a little weight.
  • To the photographers,floral decorators, mehendi artists, the tailors, the beauticians, the drivers,maids, each and every one who had been a part of this wedding.
  • Special mention of my employer who was kind enough to grant me a long leave to enjoy this vacation to the chore.
  • To my little son who is ever charming as he is and had been a trouble free kid and enjoyed his stay at the wedding.
  • To all my relatives who ensured to attend the wedding though it was on a festival day and to all who blessed the couple from wherever they were.

I enjoyed the marriage hush with irregular lunches, late night dinners, super duper jokes, family reunions, body fatigues, financial crunches, accounts management, superior plannings, failing executions, contingency plannings, teasing the bride and the groom and this list certainly continues.

Above all, our family as always proved to be one of the best. Thanks to everyone who stood by us!!! Love you all.

Linking this to October Gratitude Circle Bloghop and Alphabet Salad 


Story of freedom

Today I am going to narrate a story of freedom, the sequences and the consequences. I am not going to write about the war of independence or the freedom struggle. This is about freedom for babies.

Babies are at their happiest best when they are let free. They are more playful, more interested and the giggles are worth the mess after.

This post is a part of #Softestforbabyskin activity of blogadda and pampers. As a part of this activity, selected bloggers are to write a blog post about a story of happy freedom from the times we had to let our baby be without clothes.

Generally, babies love to be left free. They do not want to be monitored, stopped or disciplined and my son was no exception. He was invariably at his best when left unnoticed. Generally, we let him free on pampers diapers,the best suiting diapers for a baby’s soft skin during his playtime.

Let me start with this picture:

Blog pics

After seeing this pictures, can you imagine what must have happened to the poor laptop?

Yeah, it was sent to the trash. Don’t let your thoughts run faster than a thunder, we are not too generous to offer an operational laptop for my son’s playtime, this laptop was a non-working old laptop.

Let me brief what happened on that day:

The old non working laptop has become an important part of Dheer’s toys and he enjoyed mimicking his dad by hitting the laptop keys. One fine evening, as Dheer was playing, he started toppling keys one after the other from a small gap that he found. It was an over sight by me till I noticed that he was munching something and relishing the taste.

The minute I saw this, my heart was in my mouth and could not wait for a moment more to rush to the hospital assuming he has swallowed a key. The next one hour was a panic involving x-ray, ultrasound. Since the baby was stable and there seemed to be  no sign of discomfort, the doctors confirmed that the baby had not gulped the key but asked us to do the dirty duty of checking the potty for a week.  In fact, after coming back home, I checked and all keys were intact, it was only my adrenaline rush that was the reason for the chaos.

Some lessons I learnt from this:

  1. Give only age relevant toys to kids
  2. Never ever oversee their play even if it is for few minutes
  3. Don’t panic the minute you see something wrong

Goodness gracious, may God Bless the little babies and their innocence. 

This post is a part of #SoftestForBabySkin activity at BlogAdda.