Its nice to be pampered once in a while...the line which invariably comes to my mind when ever I go to a parlour. So for the first time I go to Nails studio in US and get the same feeling again. But I miss the Indian ones where they talk and pamper us in a different way. They charged me 28$ ..its not about the money but I miss the Indian parlours and all the 'akka' gang. Last time I went, one of parlour girl said its not 'really worth' to get something done. A subtle hint at the growing education and sophistication in India. Here this Mexican lady did not smile much at me and I felt she ended abruptly the whole thing. Anyways the feet and hand look a bit polished and neat...and its going to be eons before I go there again.

Sometimes its nice to be left alone at home. Just by yourself and today the opportunity came twice in one day. I did not switch on the TV nor did I cook. It was just me and myself. It is Nice.

In a major development when we are watching a movie Akhil is watching along with us with the same intensity. Absorbing everything he sees with his two sharp eyes. The other day I was trying a new pant and wanted to see it in mirror. Before I realize this guy who was watching what I was doing pulls a chair stands on top of it and pats himself near the bottom and chest. ( catching head with rolling eyes ). 

And so they said they wanted to get together because school happened 15 years ago and  because we are all so wiser now. And because the most enthusiastic people for the reunion are the ones who are more settled and the quieter ones are the SAHM's or something similar. And today I get to know that there is a dress code. Maroon and white. I hated that color combo for the last 30 years. Searching for excuses to bunk the reunion.

I almost thought this blog was deleted automatically for not logging in.But no it survived.

After 2 years or more space there are additions in the family. One super energetic 21 months old boy. And no time. Absolutely.Because I am a SAHM.Period.Life changed. Once lazy afternoons are now precious 'me' time when the kid sleeps. And sometimes there is no 'me' time because the kid decided not to sleep that day.Fullstop. As simple as that.No thinking from the box, outof the box or inside the box. Life comes down to three simple things. Feed the kid, Feed the husband and feed thyself and all the uproar surrounding it. Plans of meals and of the future meals.Boredom of eating the same meals and different meals. Cleaning and more cooking.Searching for new recipes.I think i visited the mall 3 times in last 2 years. 2 times we came out in a hurry.And once there was time to eat something.That actually summarises life.