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Last year ..

This time last year, we were in India – surrounded by family and old friends. It was our most awaited vacation and a well deserved break. Our days were filled with sleep-ins,good food, lots of socialising.. oh what would I give to be back there now .. or maybe not.. after all, no one wants to go through another 2020.

On Jan 8th, 2020 we took the girls to visit Siddhivinayak temple and show them my college. They were so excited. I think I was more excited than them.

My undergraduate classroom
My workstation in Chemistry lab

One of my professors is the Head of Department now and another is the Vice Principal. It was so nice to meet them. I was pleased beyond belief when they remembered my last name and asked me if I was visiting to secure admission for MsA. Again, just the sound of those words made me so happy. MsA is quite tall and could easily pass for a 15/16 year old. When I told them her age, they asked her come back in a couple of years 😊

Of course, no trip to Ruia is complete without a visit to the juice centre.

Next stop was Siddhivinayak Temple .. so many memories associated with this temple.

Loved the hustle bustle of Siddhivinayak. I love it how the girls hang on to each other in a new place ❤️

We did get charged double the price for flowers for the temple. My dad cracked up laughing when I told him how much we paid for flowers & told me that maybe leaving so much time between two visits wasn’t a good idea ..🙄 umm yes.. my dad & sister didn’t stop teasing me about it for days. All in good fun, though.

In all honesty, I can never have enough of these flowers …

I hope you enjoyed a trip down memory lane with me 😊

More later,

Trish xx

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Friday feels

We are keeping a watch on a sick MrMowgli. He came home last night after spending a night at the vet hospital. He kept us on edge all day today with his symptoms going up and down all day.

So we decided to roast some corn, cook some sausages and quiches and watch a family movie. MsAn left the room on the pretence of taking Mowgli outside- you see we didn’t pick her movie suggestion .

Then, I dozed off .. slowly SP did too. MsA got frustrated and switched off the movie . I tried to get her to start it again but she stomped off saying – “ why? So you can fall asleep again” it sounds funny when I say it out loud. 🙄

Anyway, I woke up after a long nap and now am still groggy but not sleepy .. here’s hoping that tonight is peaceful and MrM is on the mend… fingers crossed.

More tomorrow

Trish xx

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5/1/21

We have had a hectic day and half. Last night MrMowgli got quite sick and we had to rush him to emergency vets. We got back home after 1:30 AM . SP slept on the couch to keep an eye on him and spent most of today looking after him.

He started getting worse around midday as the effect of last nights meds wore off and after a quick phone consult with his usual vets,we were asked to bring him back in. We were worried about a potential blockage in his stomach and that he might need a surgery but tests and X-rays ruled that out. Hopefully the meds will kick in, he keeps his food in and is on the mend soon.

MsAn was the most worried about him and didn’t want to leave his side.. they both fell asleep in the car, snuggled up together.

Old photo but they are seen like this most of the time.

If you are reading this, send some healing vibes to MrMowgli .

️❤️ Trish

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03/01/21

Raising my glass to the first weekend of 2021 🥂

We slept in again – everyone including MrMowgli. These days between Christmas and early days of January , where every day blends into the next and you don’t know what day it is it what date- that’s my favourite time of the year.

Today was fairly unproductive but involved binge watching Netflix, lazy meals and vegetating on the couch. I can’t believe how quickly the day ends when you are not doing anything.

Even MrMowgli thinks vegetating is a good idea 🤓

In other news, we are watching Black Widows today. Quite gripping. I need suggestions for what next to watch . Any suggestions?

See you again tomorrow with more random musings .

Trish xx

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2/1/21

They say it takes 21 days to form a habit..Does it, really? Well .. we’ll just have to see. Every year I start with the best intentions to revive the blog, to get back into the habit of writing every day and every year I fall off the wagon.

I blame it on my own laziness, the ease of microblogging on Facebook and Instagram and the instant gratification of comments. And I fall off the wagon, realise at a later a time that there was so much that I wanted to say and share , so I am going to keep filling this space with my random musings till I get around to sharing more meaningful content .

MrMowgli is back from a 10-day stint at the kennel and he is like my little shadow. He has been nudging my hand from time to time, asking for pats and cuddles ❤️ The first photo is him pushing himself into my lap and the second photo is of him having fun at the kennel .

My Christmas tree is still up . We were a bit late putting the tree out. I just couldn’t be bothered putting the tree up. MsA kept saying it doesn’t feel like Christmas at all. Finally, after leaving the tree box in the living room for a full week, MsAn and I set it up and decorated the tree.

Ms An was a bit miffed at her father and sister for not helping her decorate the tree. I told her that not everyone has to feel the same cheer as you and me, so we have to create our own cheer and not let it be dimmed by others.
“Ok”, she said.
She put on some Christmas music on my phone, put me on Bauble sorting duty and got busy singing and dancing and decorating! I got treated to the most beautiful one-woman show .

My view tonight 😍


Every night, when the girls are in bed, I sit here gazing at this beautiful tree, I am grateful to her for creating and spreading the cheer in our home ❤️ I think I might leave it there for some more time 🙂

Hope 2021 has been kind to you so far ..

Trish ❤️

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Happy New Year 2021

Hello hello ,

Wish you all a very happy and prosperous New Year! Here’s hoping that 2021 is kinder to us and is made up of all things nice!

We bid farewell to 2020 very quietly – watching a movie, sprawled out on opposite ends of the couch,staying put at home. It was nice to just relax and reflect on the year that was. It was a hard year but we persisted and we survived.

As it got closer to midnight, we could hear fireworks, so we stepped out on the street to try and catch a glimpse of the fireworks. We couldn’t see any, but we were able to share a drink and exchange wishes with our neighbours-turned-friends . It was lovely to ring in the New Year with them.

We spent most of today, taking it slow – sleep-ins, lazy teas, relaxed lunch and then hanging out in the front yard, enjoying the beautiful weather. I hope the rest of year is nice and peaceful like this too.

Yesterday saw a rise in COVID cases in Victoria. As a result some restrictions are back on, since 5 PM, 31st December, 2020. Masks are Mandatory indoors now and as distressing it is, it is also heartening to see everyone trying to do the right thing.

I have high hopes from 2021, just as I did from 2020.2020 didn’t really go as per plan, but we did learn how to adapt and we found our inner strength and resilience, so just for that, I am glad 2020 happened. Let’s toast to the new year and to a whole new decade 😊

#blogathon2021

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40 Forever

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to write this.. and even after writing if I wanted to publish it.. May be I will make it private later, maybe I will leave it on here, who knows..

Today is my mom’s birthday.. My mom who was taken from us too soon, shortly after her 40th birthday. My mom is forty forever! We are the same age now. It makes me feel all kinds of sad …like there is this void , this heaviness that I can’t even explain.

My mom- I think she was 20 or 21 in this photo.

I try to find myself in her face and I can’t see me anywhere.. I see my sister though .. the same tilt of head, the same eyes & just something about her whole posture, in her sense of style. She has the same elegant style, just her own.

But I see her in my face, when I look at the first photo of me taken with BabyA ..I see her in my face snuggling Baby An.. I see her in me when I cook something she used to or when I find myself humming quietly in the kitchen . I find comfort in the fact that I am so much like her.. I am so much like my mom. I was always a daddy’s girl.. but I am so much like my mom.

We are also so different, specially when it comes to our parenting styles. She was the quiet, supportive, firm kinds who didn’t believe in openly praising, but if someone so much as dared to say anything about us,the lioness in her would wake up, ready to tear them apart. And we always knew that. I would fight with her knowing that she would still be in my corner, no matter what.

I am the opposite, I am a hugger, a kisser and believe in showering not just my kids but everyone else with compliments- but the lioness part is the same like my mommy’s . And though A-An & I have our share of fights, I know that they know that I am always in their corner. Although I sometimes wonder if we are different because I try to over-compensate for what I was deprived of so early on in life or is it just me? Would I still be the same person, the same mum, if my mom was still alive? Guess we’ll never know..

I spent half of my life (my time with my mom ) trying to be a rebel, trying to prove that I am different, that I am not her and the irony is that I have spent the other half of my life trying to be her. And it doesn’t matter how old I turn – my life will always be split into two halves – the half I spent with my mom and the half without her.

This glass of raw mango Panha tasted like my mom’s.. every last drop … and the fact that I made it quickly without any elaborate planning made me feel very
proud of myself.. almost accomplished.

Today was a hard day.. hard because I was feeling mopey & miserable, isolation has made it harder .. it has really. The day has passed … the feeling hasn’t… it probably will never get better and in some strange way I don’t want it to get better.

Sometime remembering hurts too much… but the hurt reminds you that it was real..that it existed.. and I wouldn’t trade it for anything..

Trish xx