Hasini and Yuvi cracked up when they heard it’s called Shakshuka. They made up their own words out of it – “sokka pota suka”, “shoppu ...
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When I am moping, I lie in bed while my kids climb over me, I shut my eyes tight when Yuvan pries my eyes open ...
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I am officially jet-lagged. I am dozing away early evening, at night and waking up late too and finally that seemed to be acceptable. But ...
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In the mornings, Hasini likes to lay on the bed and sing while I am in the toilet. I like to listen to her while ...
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I didn’t go on a trip to Europe. I didn’t have a baby. I didn’t get a book deal. I didn’t even lose a kilo ...
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Something I read yesterday on Facebook hit me hard – “I am being forced to not eat meat to respect you. What if you’re forced ...
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The day I work out, I feel I am obligated to have that Cadbury or eat Queen’s toffee at Ibaco. As compensation. And like that, ...
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When I am visiting and my mother makes dosai for tiffen, I cringe. She laughs knowingly. The dosai legacy of my husband’s place is legendary ...
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The kind of holiday I really like is the one where I am the only one on holiday and everybody else is busy. Kids are ...
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Yuvi told me this morning that he hates singing rhymes. I couldn’t help smiling. What do you say to that? I couldn’t justify why he ...
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