The decision to move

We were at a very content phase of our lives. After a marriage of 5 years, we had been blessed with a baby and after a search spanning 12-15 years(my Better Half was searching for a house even before our wedding) we had finally bought a house. A home to call our own. We had our support system of friends and family. There were our favourite restaurants, usual hangouts, cinemas we loved to go to, malls we hanged out at. For us, Bangalore was our 2nd home. Although our parents did not live in the same city, it was only a 6 hour drive or an overnight train, we were always at an arms distance

Bangalore too was a new land to me, once upon a time. I came to Bangalore, one week after our wedding. My husband had been here for most of his adult life and for him this was home. He knew the places, the people, the language and all the knick knacks that are specific to this region. For me, it was all new and alien. But by and by, I learned to love this place, call it my own. Work, colleagues, friends, and many trips later, this was my new home.So change was not new to me. Especially geographical changes have always been a part of my life.

When BH* was given the option to move to France for a couple of years, we were partly excited and partly skeptical. Finally after deliberating the pros and cons of moving to a foriegn country, we decided that we will move for a short term. We thought that  it was the right age to travel with a toddler. We were quite sure that this was a right time and the right decision was to move. Parents were self sufficient and were in no need of daily care. They also welcomed the idea of moving. Hence we decided that we would shift base to France for a few years.

Finding a solution to posting everyday - A reason to write

I have been finding it really difficult to post everyday. Yes it is the thought of what to say and what to write each day that is making it so difficult. So finally I realised that maybe it is so difficult to write eveyday because I don't have a theme or something specific that I want to talk about everyday. I don't know if everyone faces the same problem or all of you are just raring to go each day. Hehehe..but that''s not my case so I had to think of alternate methods to keep those words coming and those posts appearing on my blog every single day. I was sitting and virtually scratching my head, thinking about what to write and this idea of writing about our move and stay in this foreign country struck me. We moved out of our home country last year.
I will begin this series of our journey from our homeland to this foreign country in the next post. We moved from India to France last year in August. So this series will start from India and move on to arrival in France and our life here. I hope you stay along to know all about moving to France. And I hope I can share some valuable information that would help anyone who intends to move to France.


Au revoir et À bientôt!

Holidays - the best time

All Wednesdays are holidays for my son. So usually, these are the best holidays since it is just me and him and I try not to do any of the house work on Wednesdays. It is a fun filled day for both of us. Games, puzzles, drawing, watching cartoons together, reading stories, running around the house, messing up thr house. We do it all on a Wednesday.  I prepare extra food on Tuesday and store in the refrigerator, so that I don't waste even that time being away from him. But today was kind of a disaster Wednesday since my induction stove decided to break down.So, I was on YouTube searching for recipes that could be baked. Add to that, not many things in the pantry for me to cook, so you got yourself a very tensed mother. And as you might know, a tensed mother is not a fun mother. So today was not a fun Wednesday either. We did play but most of the time, I was in a distracted mood. I just couldn't  stop thinking about what to make and what to give him. But finally he told me what he wanted and that just solved the problem :).So today was a bread, fruits and raw vegetables eating day. So today's day was mostly cartoons :( (but I guess some days are going to be like that), and jenga - he loves toppling them over. Few stories and running around the house as if we were running a marathon. I guess it was not so bad as I imagined it to have been. This is why I like writing. It always helps put things into perspective.

So which is your favourite holiday?
Also what joy does writing give you?

Don't touch . It's mine

I am not talking about my clothes or a book or anything like that. And I am not talking from a child's perspective either. I am talking about my body. DONT TOUCH IT'S MINE! I hope it's clear to all the people out there. My body is my personal space. I don't want anyone touching it. I have been very possessive or rather protective about my body. I have had the sense of this belonging that my body belongs to me and exclusively to me since I was quite young. I vividly remember three incidents in which I have asserted that my body is not for any Tom, Dick or Harry to touch and feel. It has always stirred up a feeling of immense anger in me and led up to behaviour deemed as irrational by the people around me. But for me it was the most natural and instinctive way to behave. 

NaMoBloPo..no no that's not it..NaBloPoMo..yes! That's what it is!

Finally after seeing this weird BlaBloBliBlu in many of the blogs I read, I have finally decided to try it. I did not have the courage to try it out for the longest time ever, since I always felt that I will never be able to Blog continously for a month. And yes, I thought for 3 whole days :P before finally registering myself today on the 3rd of November,2014. 

The last visit

It was the day before my wedding.The house was jam packed with relatives from all around. After having slept for some time, my grandfather woke up to join the dining table discussion. My usually silent grandfather was in a happy mood. We were all a little surprised. He said, I am very happy to be here. To share in this joy with you. After saying this he went back to sleep. We were all a  bit dazzled. Then we realised, it was not my grandfather who said it, it was my grandmother who passed away a few months back.

My grandparent's house

Little acts of kindness

Vihaan is one of the most generous people I know. The other day we were eating fruit from a plate. It was the last piece and Vi picks it up and tells pappa, "Papa kazcho (Papa eat)". Papa says he has already had. So Vi turns to me and says, "Amma kazcho (Amma eat)". After both of us have told him that we have had our fill, he finally pops the last one into his mouth. All of us have a good laugh and feel good.