Angel Anne

This isnt a recent event but has been in my mind to share for quite some time now. The post is about how you are always surrounded by guardian angels who shower you with unconditional love no matter where you are or who you are. I have been blessed on many occasions to meet some wonderful people who have been there for me at the most unexpected times and Anne is one such lady and today I want to write about her.

Three years ago we lived in UK in the city of Exeter. I conceived Vega there and until my 32nd week I spent all my pregnancy phase in the same city. Near my workplace there was a big Sainsburys super market (with a cafe) and I would usually wait for Varun to pick me up from there once I finish mine. In all regards it was easy for him to pick me up from there and for me to enjoy some peaceful moments with a cup of tea and tea cake. Since this became a frequent thing I befriended quite a few waitresses out there who were very very kind to me. They would see me waiting for short or long periods and cone over for a quick chat and talk about how I fare.

I loved this environment especially after a tiring long day at work. This was one place where I could unwind, relax, have my favourite tea served the way I like (teapot, milk pot and cup), indulge in the best ever tea cake with generous butter.

Among the cafe team there was this one particular lady who I was very fond off. Although I always looked at her from a distance and possibly stared a few times I never mustered courage to just speak to her. The reason why I was so drawn to her was her resemblance to my late grandmother. The lady was English but still you could just feel that connection what you would with your grandmother. I felt so peaceful just looking at her. She had the prettiest smile and Inspite of old age and tiring job she was always smiling and Chirping about.

As my tummy grew bigger and it became obvious that I was pregnant all the ladies would regularly enquire especially Anne. Once my office timings changed and her shifts changed we saw very little of each other. So one occasion I saw her was just before they check the gender of the baby. I had met her few days before I was due for check up and after that I totally forgot about it.

So I went nearly few weeks post that check up and she saw me settling into a table. She came running towards me and excitedly asked What is it ? What is it?. I answered like a silly gal that I asked for tea and tea cake. She said “No No. Is it a boy or a Girl? “.. I smiled and said “A girl “.. She winked at me and said “One moment, I will be right back”. She rushed into the kitchen and came back with little package in few minutes. She gave it to me and said its for the baby and she was waiting to decide which to give based on the results I tell her.

She gave me a cute little hand knitted cardigan made by her in soft baby pink color. I was so stunned and shocked as no one had showed so much love like family to us like she did. I broke down and gave her a big hug and said I can’t thank her enough. I am glad that the first gift for Vega came from her. I confessed to her that I always looked at her and thought it was my grandmother looking out for me and this happens. I felt like it was my own grandmother sending me her blessing in the form of Anne. Her excitement and that innocent smile and sparkle in the eye is still vivid to me. She had kept this carefully in her kitchen locker hoping I would turn up one day and she can give it to me. What if I had never turned up? What if I had moved to a different city? What made me cry more was that she made it for me and had been waiting eagerly to give it to me, a complete stranger who she didn’t even know by name.

This was pure love and she continued to stun me further on. A few days later we came to cafe to eat dinner and she was there. She came over and sweetly asked me if I wouldn’t mind another present from her. I was absolutely speechless and all I could say waa “Yes ofcourse.”. With the same excitement and happiness she rushed inside to bring a cute white cardigan with a bit more intricate pattern and gave it to me. She said that she wanted to do one more for me and couldn’t resist from making another after seeing that pattern. She loved that pattern and wanted to do it for me. I was all tears and I just held her and thanked her profusely. I told her that no one has shown that feeling of equal or the love that probably my mom or my grandmother would show on me. After that day i met her only couple of times before I informed her of my decision to deliver Vega in India. She was very keen on seeing Vega and we were supposed to be back to UK and I hoped to show her the baby. Things didn’t work out that way as we moved to Malaysia and I never met her again. She is always in my thoughts and I finally penned down the experience that’s close to my heart.

Anne not only was the kindest woman I met in UK or my life but also the most hardworking and gentle soul. At 75plus she did one of the hardest jobs (waitressing in super market cafe) with a smiling face. Hoping and wishing that she has retired and has chosen to take some time off for her.

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Fashion lesson

We as parents learn something new every now and then. Today was definitely one of those days….

Normally Vega is never fussy nor choosy about clothes. She agrees and cooperates with anything I choose. Although she has quite a few frocks I dress her in leggings or pants as they are convenient for her to slide in park slide OR run about in a mall. While I was searching for a pair of T-shirt and legging my grandmother dressed her in a nice frock. While she was helping her out I mentioned that I would rather make her wear a pant instead of this but since we could not find it we shall go ahead with this. Vega heard me and looked around. She found her jeans and insisted that she wears that. I agreed and helped her with that. I asked her to the changed the frock and wear a top but she refused. She cried and didn’t allow me. I explained her a couple of times that jeans are paired with T-shirts and not with frocks and kept insisting. She was crying relentlessly.

I am glad she didn’t turn around and ask me “Amma what’s wrong with this combination? How do you call it wrong? Who says Jeans can be paired with a T-shirt only?

I did ask myself those and stopped myself. It made me wonder how stereotyped we become and how we insist that the child follows what we follow (without challenging it).

Once I gave in, I looked at her. She was happy and delighted. She may have chosen it because she loved the colors or she was just too tired and bored to change again or she just wanted to do it because she heard me say it. Irrespective of the reasons the combination looked perfect. I ain’t any fashion expert but a frock looks cool with a pain of jeans.

My biggest lesson was not to force a style on a child because that’s what you know or you have been told. If you are right you will always have logical Or rational answer to it. You can’t find one then it’s best to leave it as it is. 😂😂😂😂

MeTime


The last ten days of my current vacation/home trip has been dominated by viral infection. It started with the kids first and I caught up soon. The sleep deprived me was yearning for some break which was something as simple as a sev puri and hot cup of coffee.
Why sev puri? Yes being brought up in the wonderful chat city of Mumbai it is a comfort of d no matter wherever you are or move to.
Why coffee (and not chai)? Yes chai would have been ideal but the place I intended to go to serves the best coffee. My throat and head definitely needed that caffeine and heat to feel better.
So I told my mom that I need some fifteen minutes of alone time for myself where I can just take a walk and indulge in this little snack and coffee. Dad was out on an errand and that meant that I need to wait for him to return. That was the first obstacle. I was keen to go hence I waited. While I did it started raining heavily. That was obstacle number 2. It was getting late as dad was stuck due to the rain. He was back in some time and I was raring to go out. He said it might take me 30 minutes easily. However it’s OK as they will manage both the kids. The rain was relentless but I was ready to walk in the ankle deep water and rain just for that “MeTime”.
So I left the house with my little purse and an umbrella. I didn’t carry a phone along hence couldn’t take any photo.
It’s hard to put into words how refreshing that walk was. All I had to hold for those few minutes was a umbrella and a purse. I could feel the rain and also navigate through the puddles smoothly. Any other day if would have been the toddler jumping about in the puddles and the baby watching from the comfort of the baby carrier. Today it was just me. The pace was fast as I was alone and I must add that I kept counting the minutes. I wanted to return back as soon as I can.
After reaching my favourite restaurant I couldn’t find the chaat menu and on asking he said that the chaat section is temporarily closed. That was obstacle number 3. I felt a bit disappointed as the whole point of walking up to that place was to eat chaat. I chose this place over the other chaat shop that’s not even half the distance I walked. Since I wanted to sit down and have that strong coffee I decided that I can make do with a masala dosa for that evening. The happy consolation was that the coffee would be brilliant with the dosa. So I gulped down a glass of extra strong coffee with yummy masala dosa while sitting alone and looking about. I have no idea how many minutes I sat there waiting for the food or eating but all that while my thoughts were at home. I could not detach myself from thinking about what the kids would be doing had I brought them here or if they are needing something out there. It was not as much fun or chilled as I thought it would be. However I totally enjoyed my uninterrupted dosa and coffee. No phone nor Person in between me and my MeTime. These 15 minutes of dining was definitely worthy as it was rejuvenating and helped me refocus. Although I barely had a moment to ponder about myself or anything unrelated to kids, it was still a positive way to plan things. There are lots of stuff to be done and I was just trying to work out things at that moment. When you are alone your mind can work with greater efficiency and it definitely did. I could think through about what was needed to be done in the coming weeks.
I do wonder if I found those fifteen minutes strange because I never had such a break or it indicates that I must take these little time out everyday for myself. Let’s see.
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Since I had no phone to click a picture to mark this incident I decided to draw it. Although I am terrible at drawing I mustered courage to share this because this is what I do everyday to entertain my daughter Vega and she loves it. The last ten days of my current vacation/home trip has been dominated by viral infection. It started with the kids first and I caught up soon. The sleep deprived me was yearning for some break which was something as simple as a sev puri and hot cup of coffee.
Why sev puri? Yes being brought up in the wonderful chat city of Mumbai it is a comfort of d no matter wherever you are or move to.
Why coffee (and not chai)? Yes chai would have been ideal but the place I intended to go to serves the best coffee. My throat and head definitely needed that caffeine and heat to feel better.
So I told my mom that I need some fifteen minutes of alone time for myself where I can just take a walk and indulge in this little snack and coffee. Dad was out on an errand and that meant that I need to wait for him to return. That was the first obstacle. I was keen to go hence I waited. While I did it started raining heavily. That was obstacle number 2. It was getting late as dad was stuck due to the rain. He was back in some time and I was raring to go out. He said it might take me 30 minutes easily. However it’s OK as they will manage both the kids. The rain was relentless but I was ready to walk in the ankle deep water and rain just for that “MeTime”.
So I left the house with my little purse and an umbrella. I didn’t carry a phone along hence couldn’t take any photo.
It’s hard to put into words how refreshing that walk was. All I had to hold for those few minutes was a umbrella and a purse. I could feel the rain and also navigate through the puddles smoothly. Any other day if would have been the toddler jumping about in the puddles and the baby watching from the comfort of the baby carrier. Today it was just me. The pace was fast as I was alone and I must add that I kept counting the minutes. I wanted to return back as soon as I can.
After reaching my favourite restaurant I couldn’t find the chaat menu and on asking he said that the chaat section is temporarily closed. That was obstacle number 3. I felt a bit disappointed as the whole point of walking up to that place was to eat chaat. I chose this place over the other chaat shop that’s not even half the distance I walked. Since I wanted to sit down and have that strong coffee I decided that I can make do with a masala dosa for that evening. The happy consolation was that the coffee would be brilliant with the dosa. So I gulped down a glass of extra strong coffee with yummy masala dosa while sitting alone and looking about. I have no idea how many minutes I sat there waiting for the food or eating but all that while my thoughts were at home. I could not detach myself from thinking about what the kids would be doing had I brought them here or if they are needing something out there. It was not as much fun or chilled as I thought it would be. However I totally enjoyed my uninterrupted dosa and coffee. No phone nor Person in between me and my MeTime. These 15 minutes of dining was definitely worthy as it was rejuvenating and helped me refocus. Although I barely had a moment to ponder about myself or anything unrelated to kids, it was still a positive way to plan things. There are lots of stuff to be done and I was just trying to work out things at that moment. When you are alone your mind can work with greater efficiency and it definitely did. I could think through about what was needed to be done in the coming weeks.
I do wonder if I found those fifteen minutes strange because I never had such a break or it indicates that I must take these little time out everyday for myself. Let’s see.
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Since I had no phone to click a picture to mark this incident I decided to draw it. Although I am terrible at drawing I mustered courage to share this because this is what I do everyday to entertain my daughter Vega and she loves it.

Review post : Customised hand painted T-shirt by Vandana Nihalani from Rollipolli

Finding an ideal gift for your loved ones are forever challenging as involves lot of thought process. One needs to consider their likes and dislikes and also make the gift memorable and special.

My husband is a big orchid enthusiast and he is very particular about everything related to them. When I decided to buy something for him I knew it has to be related to orchids. I somehow had this feeling that I must get him a T-shirt painted with his favourite orchids as it will be handmade, customised, and very very unique. Also I knew he would not have any idea about it so it would be a awesome surprise.

I knew Vandana from Rollipolli does customised paintwork on T-shirts for special occasions and I immediately contacted her.

Knowing how hard perfect detailing of orchids would be particularly on a T-shirt material I wanted to make sure she was happy to do it. She totally enjoyed the challenge and there began the exchange of ideas and designs.

After sending her appropriate pics of the desired plants she drew a draft like a pencil sketch for my perusal and on confirmation from my end she progressed with the painting.

Orchid flowers are definitely a delight for gardeners but equally for artists too. The flowers are spectacular in patterns and color and very showy. Even the leaves have unique patterns based on the preferred habitat and conditions. If there is any slight variation from the details there are chances that the whole concept can go wrong.

I left everything to her judgement once I told her the three flowers and foliage I wanted. She spent a lot of time finding details about leaf and flower on her own to ensure that the proportions and intricate patterns are matched to the original plant.

She finished the project perfectly in the said time frame and promptly sent it to my by courier along with a cute tutu fridge magnet.

I was astonished at the result as it was even more beautiful that I imagined it to be. Although I was not a fussy customer I was very very demanding on the details.

I was waiting to give it to my husband and know his reaction before writing this review. One because I did not want him to know and two because I wanted to add his reaction too.

According to him Vandana has nailed the details and he was very very happy with the thoughtful gift which was so well done. He is happy that she got the details of the flower stalk, flowers patterns, colors, scaling perfect.

Overall I am happy with her service and we intend to order a few more painting done on frames too. She is more than value for money and if anyone wants a valuable gift done for their family or friends or themselves head to rollipolli page on FB and get in touch with Vandana.

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Below is the link to her FB page :

https://www.facebook.com/RolliPolli.in/

About Vandana 😍

Dr Vandana Nihalani is a homeopath and a reiki healer by qualification but an artist at heart. After the birth of her son, she took a break from practice and began pursuing her passion for art and crafts. She is the owner and artist at Rollipolli.in where she customizes and creates artwork for people, right from handpainted t-shirts to tutus and canvas paintings.

Reminiscing vacations…….#1

As I have neared the end of our vacation rather the children’s vacation I was lost in thought quite a few times. Seeing my mom breaking into tears on and off and grabby reminding how empty the house would be once we leave made me very sad. It reminded me of our childhood days and made me realise how fast time flies. It’s no more about us or about what is our favourite food. It’s the time for the next generation to enjoy the pampering and love by the Mama mami and both set of grandparents and great grandmothers..

Vega always senses something when she sees the big trolley bag getting packed. She knows that someone is going to go somewhere. It does affect her and this time she was demanding everyone to hold and carry her about. She has been a bit more cranky than usual.

Today was one of those very special days as I was getting reconnected to our vacations many many years back. Whenever the tickets would be booked my grandmother would ensure that the meal would be my favourite. That sort of tradition continued even when I visited her in my late twenties.

Today when I saw Vega make my m get up from her nap to make pooris for her I saw my mom sprint to the kitchen and make it from scratch fresh for her. She kept proudly telling everyone how Vega actually asked for it.

More posts coming up on #vacations #memories as I m going to find it hard to cope with babies missing the family making me miss them more.

The empty room

We were to catch a train to Bangalore today after having a gala time in Trivandrum. This is were my husband grew up and my in laws live. We had taken Vega and Vihaana to enjoy their vacation at their grandparents home. This is first trip for Vihaana and second for Vega. Being the toddler Vega thoroughly enjoyed exploring the house, the neighbourhood, playing with kids, pampering in the form of food and being carried about, bike rides, fish feeding, and many more activities. This was in the true sense the start of a summe vacation for our little Vega. Vihaana was satisfied with being carried around or kept on the lap and some outings.

So as I sat down in the bedroom finishing the last minute packing I saw the room transform back to as it was before. It returned to the immaculate state it was in when had just arrived. It is such a weird feeling of sadness because the mess indicated that house is full of people and fun. This was the sign that we are leaving and the house will be empty again. There won’t be any clothes and diapers lying about nor empty cups and bowls. There wouldnt be any toy in inappropriate places anymore. When the room will be cleaned MIL may find something left behind which would make them miss us more.

As I sat there staring at the emptiness I reminisced our vacations in my native home of Tanjore and thiruvaiyaru. Me and My husband both have blessed childhood memories spent in our native towns. I remember how we would cry when our parents returned after dropping us and again when we were returning to our home. 2 months would simply fly away.

The last two weeks were full of learning for the evolving toddler in particular. She learnt how to adjust to new surroundings, change of weather, explore and enjoy the more independent and green setting of our home, communicate with neighbours, travel etc. It was heart warming to see the little version of us enjoy the same life we did. It’s sad we had to leave soon but the kids definitely cherished the stay and filled everyone’s heart with love.

The next time we are back the kids would be older and would have moved ahead with milestones but it would be a start of another new journey for them and for us.

Milo and Me: A part of my post partum journey

I am a person with very few or negligible number of OCDs. I am flexible that way but a bit fussy with food. I do have my pet hate vegetables and I am sure vegetarian. Other than that I am pretty laid back in habits..
I am unsure whether its normal to pick up a new one before or post pregnancy. In my case I definitely picked up a new OCD after my second daughter was born.
I live in Malaysia currently and it’s very famous for its Milo consumption. Most hospitals serve it to patients as it easy to digest, yummy to taste and gives you some energy too. You have kiosks selling hot and cold Milo like coffee, every small or big restaurant have it in their beverage menu, every market stall will have a dedicated Milo stall and much more. In spite of that we never really were Milo drinking family. Very rarely if there is no suitable drink available we would order Milo so we can share with toddler.
Little did I know that post delivery I would drink Milo like water.
My surgery happened at around 5.30pm and the first meal I was given a mug Milo at night time. I was so hungry and thirsty that I drank it all up thankfully.
The nurse told Me I would be given next meal (breakfast) at 6.30 am. I was looking forward to it. In my drowsy state I forgot I was not in India and I thought it would hot steaming idlis. 😂😂😂.. So when she brought the tray I was heart broken. It was silly of me to expect it 😁 as the hospital was not run by Indians nor they allowed outside food except for light porridge from home. So the food they gave was a few easy-to-digest crackers (biscuit) and big mug of hot Milo. I gulped it down happily as I was hungry. I was Informed later that as patient in executive ward I was entitled to unlimited Milo n biscuits…
That is where me n Milo connected. My journey with Milo started as the only meal on offer and continued to become my go-for beverage all the time. I must have had at least 10 mugs in the two days I was at the hospital. The first thing I missed after coming home was the Milo mug which I could get with a press of a buzzer. It became a routine once I expressed my desire to have milo that I replace coffee with Milo in the morning. My days started with Milo and later continued with more n more mugs of Milo. I m amazed at myself because I cant truthfully say if it’s my favourite drink now or is it just a OCD. May be it makes me feel better or full.
Whenever I feel like drinking something hot I go for Milo or when I need to feel full or after I nursed the baby or at night after dinner before I try to catch a wink.
I know that the day I leave this addiction I may never touch it again. My relation with Milo is so complicated and unclear. I find it hilarious that I drink it innumerable number of times and I may have used the word milo in the post today in the same way.

I may Now go and grab another mug after posting this as I feel tired writing about it.. Need a boost of energy. 😂😂😂😂

*kindly note this is not a review or recommendation post. I used to like horlicks but looking at sugar contents I stopped it ages ago. I m hoping to get over this soon too.

If you are a big fan of Milo then you must visit Malaysia as you get so many drinks and dishes that have Milo in them. They are served almost everywhere. To name a few there is one that’s mixed with ice and known as “Ice Milo/Milo Ice.. You also get a drink known as Milo Dinosaur which is basically Hot/Cold Milo with generous heaps of Milo powder sprinkled on top. You also get Milo Godzilla which is addition of whipped cream on top of the glass of Milo. The drink Neslo is marriage of Nescafe and Milo. Apart from these Milo is used as sweetner in Thosai (dosa) and rotis in mamak stalls.

Birth of V4 aka Vihaana completing our V-Clan! 


Its amazing how time flies. I wanted to blog right from my days of pregnancy when I carried Vega.  I did decide a name too.  Just before I could get started I found out I m pregnant again..  (nearly 2 years of gap in my thinking and selecting a name for blog 😂). So I decided to write more this time round about my days with Vega the toddler and the pregnancy.  Time flew and I made two posts and the second one is in my arms too.  I have decided that it’s about time I start writing before I find these kids in school 😁😁.. 

December has become a sacred month just like October.  Two years back we were blessed with Vega in India and now in December of 2017 with Vihaana in Malaysia .  Our little V Clan is completed with these two naughty princesses.  There has been lot of Contrasting and similar circumstances in my birthing journeys which I will share in separate posts. 

Both were life threatening situations caused due to different reasons and I feel blessed that we survived all those ordeals. With every growing moment I count my blessings and thank god for giving me the support of family and friends.  

I am indebted to few of my friends who encouraged and motivated me again to just write and enjoy the process of recording my journey.  Parenting at this stage (newborn and toddler in a foreign country with no help) is a challenge and we do need moments were we can pen down special moments or challenging moments as the time does fly and we may miss out on many memories.  I m glad we have cameras handy to capture most of the moments but sometimes there are things we would love to just note so we can share.  

I hope I can note all the activities of the babies and our parenting challenges so we can always cherish it laugh or just discuss pointlessly what we could have done better. Lack of sleep and exhaustion coupled with pains of surgery makes you dull,  short tempered , irritated and also lonely.  After giving a lot of thought I decided a positive activity that connects all of us and is a part of my to do list along with benefits of capturing memories and sharing some parenting thoughts will do me good.  I received a lot of encouragement from my friends and I plan to read and write as much as I can with the little time I can squeeze out.  

Since the time I conceived Vega lot of positive things happened in my life in terms of learning new things and making lot of like minded friends.  I have friends of all ages now who connect with me socially on social platforms as they are spread all over the world.  Crochet,  reading,  breastfeeding,  birthing,  babywearing,  gardening,  OPOS way of cooking,  baking,  cloth diapering, knitting,  etc were a few things I learnt post conception.  These things gave me knowledge and friends for life time.  This was the only way I could survive and sustain all the challenges we all faced during her birth.  This left me busy and made me feel confident. The sense of doing right and best for the baby and self empowered me and healed me.  I could connect very deeply with Vega. I m glad my family supported me in these choices.  VThe second pregnancy was much smoother due to all these factors.  I will be writing about these in detail in future posts.  

Signing off with a smile of contentment and gratitude to my friends. 💓💓💓💓💓

My friend Katie and her wonderful artwork¡

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One of the things I treasure the most in my life are my wonderful friends¡ Meet Katie my friend from UK! Our friendship is unique in its own way as she is much younger than me and extremely talented and beautiful¡ She is very very humble and down to earth person¡ Inspire of being very skilled and talented she is very humble, friendly and helpful¡

We met during our interview with staples although we weren’t formally introduced through time¡ After our induction we became very good friends and discussed everything under the sun¡ It was so nice to talk to someone who thinks alike and has allied perspectives!

Even after I moved out of the city and eventually out of the country we still kept in touch and continued our talks,discussions and creative ideas. She has been a great motivation and also provider of supportive illustration to motivate me to write my blogs.

Finally after so much procrastination I decided to seriously start blogging and this time it took shape due to two reasons:- one my daughter Vega and two Katje¡ Vega provided me the purpose and Katie this artwork for motivation ! I can’t thank her enough for painstakingly drawing all the details about me and my relation with Vega in the above artwork!

She is still a student but inclined to establish herself in this artistic indusyry¡ She has her own instagram page and website. To contact her use these following links

🔆https://www.instagram.com/katie_charleston/

🔆http://katiecharleston.co.uk/

Thank you Katie for this! I am eternally grateful¡

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From Vega-ki-amma to A mother’s pensieve!!!!

This is my first post for this blog and first one after ages! Although I have previously blogged about my rendezvous with nature and wild trips this is the first time I will share with you all an even more interesting journey of my life. After more than a decade of being away from blogging and writing I have mustered back courage and tried to stop procrastinating! I have been meaning to write since the time I was pregnant! But hectic work and crocheting during free time left me with no time to sit up and write! After the birth it became very challenging and tough as I had a very light sleeping and clingy baby along with moving to different countries! I was practically on my own dealing with the toddler and house work sparing me no time! However with encouragment and motivation from lot of my mommy and non mommy friends I decided to take the plunge and get started..

The blog post title I chose here is to talk to you about the first title I chose for this blog . I could not retain it and had to change it owing to a beautiful factor! So allow me to share the story right from its name.

My daughter’s name is Vega and I go by the name of Vega-ki-amma practically everywhere! I found that name interesting, personal, special, unique, gifted and cute too! It also has a humour value and a touch of warmth! Once I decided to write a blog I decided to stick to this name and found the title readily available! The same week while I was busily reading about WordPress and discussing with a creative illustrator friend about logo for the blog I was confirmed pregnant again! Although we were not expecting it , it was a wonderful news for us! That moment I realized I won’t just be Vega ki amma and it would not be fair to create a new one for the next baby or keep this for both of them! I wanted to start my writing and sharing journey about my entire motherhood which would also mean fairness! I wanted to go for something that then lets me connect being a mother , my thoughts, and something I am passionate/crazy about! I am a big harry potter fan and found I have found solace in the books for last many many years! Even during pregnancy and post pregnancy I must have read them plenty of times ! I incorporated my love for harry potter with my vision and purpose of writing and chose the above name! Coincidentally I also became close to a blogger/instagrammer friend who is a big fan of hp  me. Her blog features the pensieve too! It felt like a Providence approving my choice! I discussed with my closest friends and they all loved it!

So here you  are my dear readers.. my first post is my first attempt to share a memory out of my pensieve. Hope you all enjoy all the joys and challenges I manage to share out here! Thank you for your patience !

Lots of love 😍

 

 

 

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