Simply Anju

Driving down the rain soaked road, pounded by the rain, my daily commute to work was only different in the sense of being inundated in the downpour. The same mind numbing, auto pilot drive where you reach your destination with no clue as to how you got from point a to b. The car ahead hydroplanes and instinct takes over as my foot slams on the brakes, hands tighten on the wheel and eyes frantically scan for other cars on the road. The center lane beckons and as I steer in I see the skidding car finally manage to get back under control. Time elapsed, maybe a few seconds! my heart is clanging like cymbals, my hands are clammy and I can feel the adrenaline rush. More conscious of the world around me, I sit up straighter and drive on, I see my life flashing before my eyes, who said it happens during the scare, there is no time for those kinds of shenanigans, all you can do is react, fight or flight.               ...

What are Little Boys made of  What are little boys made of? Snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails That's what little boys are made of !"  Becoming a mother is a bewildering and wondrous experience . It depends on factors ranging from  the amount of sleep one managed to get, to if we are actually able to get baby to have a nap. The first experience at motherhood had panic and terror interspersed with wonder. The second time around was definitely more wonder and less visions of doom and gloom.  The old nursery rhyme definitely described Kaustub. The little one with the smirk captured for infinity in our family pictures. How does one describe this conundrum . He has yet to meet a stranger but can be as prickly as a cactus with friends . He is the true opposite of his sister. An early to bed, early to rise baby born into a family set on a late schedule. 5:00 am wake up call of gurgles,7:30 pm rain or shine saw him drop into deep s...