Hole, hole….hole… hole…hole…

Kids will always be kids, do you think that they feel inferior to any adult… they are simply miss and mister know alls… And Tia is no exception…She will not bother to ask, just blurts out whatever is there in her heart…


I had taken Tia for shopping and as usual, came out her ‘pick-up-all-form’ and when she was hands full (literally) out came the punch, “Mamma pick that phuta, phuta, phuta, phuta, phuta (Assamese version for hole) for me” Any guesses what this phuta is. A Basket to keep the overflowing stuff!

Ganesh all hearts for Barbie

Now this is a little interesting one…We have an idol of Ganesh that Tia is particularly fond of (thanks to TV of course!).


It was getting late in the night and there was neither trace of sleep in Tia’s eyes nor an iota percent of tiredness in her romping feet. Bang came she with the idol…ufff  I thought, she will not take a break till it’s in pieces.

But by now she has become a pro at feeling my pulse too… “Mamma, actually Ganesh wants to be with Barbie, he’s said that when he sees Barbie he’s heart, heart, heart, heart all over!!”

Now that is courtesy tom n jerry where love is portrayed with flying red hearts.

Standing Line….Sleeping line

Now that Tia has started with the alphabets, she identifies her unknown with either a standing line or a sleeping line. When I opened the packet of bhujiya today, pat came from her, “mamma will you please pour some straight lines for me in the katori!!”


Hey no points for guessing…the bhujiya of course.

NB: More standin n sleeping line escapades to follow

A Doggy Face errrr…!!

15th of September, the stork visited us for the second time, this time with a bonnie boy, but yes with a cleft lip! It is disheartening that the poor child will have to face unnecessary hassle of being under the knife.


Anyways….The day to return back home, from hospital was nearing and both Tia and myself were really restless to meet each other!

Step by step I was nearing her, she was asleep when I reached! …. She came, the first sentence was “What is your name” then she says is, “Mamma, why is bhai’s lip like a doggy no..no like a pussy cat?” I did not know what to say…. Just then a cat crossed by, indeed it looked like one!