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Monday ,7.30AM. Driving to work… Mom S: Hello Cutie Pie, How are you? Baby S: Gaah.. paatyiooo…chiyoo. Laa… gaa Mom S: Ohh is it, looks like you had a great day . Did you eat good? Baby S: taaaa..saaa..kadaa..waah… Mom S: No honey, you have to complete the food. It will make you stronger. Baby S: gaaa..taaa..paaa…yeeee Mom S: Ok, that sounds good. Make sure to complete everything tomorrow. Take care, bye. I hung up, turn off my car engine and pick my things from the car. It is still dark outside(Thanks to the longer darker winters) as I walk in to the office and then to my cube. Many people are busily peeking in to their monitors around my desk but most of my team won’t make it until 9. Which means I still have sometime before my meetings kick in and the week keeps me busy. I slowly unwrap my Egg sandwich and start memorizing my conversation with baby S . Though it is my routine conversation as I drive to my work I will be left with a heavy heart for few minutes

Wrap up 2018! As year comes to an end it is good to reflect and see how the year has progressed.  May be its full of good memories or taught you some life lessons or experiences to further improve yourself.  It can be anything but it is always good to look back and analyze all those. Until few years back I am not a big fan of these kind of things and just skimmed thinking it as another year. It is after starting my self evaluations at work I realized a need for it to do in my personal life too. Professional self evaluations made me understand the weak zones and prompted for the improvement. At the same time it patted me for all the achievements. That spirit helped me to approach the failures with positivity. Personally, this is a little troubled year but like the fictitious bird Phoenix, I surpassed each obstacle and reshaped myself from each one of it. Sometimes we make bad decisions that will end up with a result that is not desired and sometimes that will be unnoticed until

Motive to restart my blog is not only to improve my writing skills but also wants to have a platform that can serve as memoir for the kids. They can learn how the things are when they are growing up, what Amma bragged or cared and to keep them informed on their witty events while growing up. I don’t think I will remember each and every naughty thing they are doing now. Bazingaa… whos memory is going to be like that? Can any one narrate 20 years of past life. AAaah may be some but definitely not all of them. Probably Sheldon Cooper also not, right? Below conversation belongs to this category. I did not change my last name after wedding. I am one among the few new genx women who prefers not to. There are couple of motives behind this complicated decision. 1.       Lot of legal things involved. Since I came to USA prior to wedding and lot of IDs are tied up with my maiden name. And this list includes but not limited to.. passport, DL, SSN, Bank account. Who has that much time

For the last few days there has been extensive coverage on the death and funeral of George. H.W. Bush, the 41 st president who died on November 30 th 2018. He was not only 41st President of USA but also loving and caring family man. In all those tributes what caught my attention is his never-ending love to his 3 year old daughter who died of Leukemia 65 years ago. Seems the Sr. Bush couple always remember her and cherished those 3 years they spent caring for their daughter. And after 5 kids and many grand kids/ great grand kids they still felt her space cannot be replaced. This gives an example every child has an unique place in their parent’s heart. My first baby did not make it beyond 20 weeks and passed away prematurely. This happened 5 years back and after that I had two successful pregnancies that ended up with two beautiful kids. They make me cry, chuckle and be grateful. But somewhere deep in my heart I always cry for that little one who did not make in to this world.

   At the beginning of the year like rest of the “New Year Resolution” Folks I promised myself I will have a new hobby learnt this year. I aspired to run Half Marathon. But after few months that went behind and a new goal popped up. VEGETABLE GARDENING!    This is the first year we tried community gardening. Its also the first year of growing vegetables (I don’t think tiny backyard vegetables we grew in the last few years counts). Though I am kind of not happy with missing marathon, I am happy to be part of Summer garden. It was fun getting hands dirty, knowing where the food is coming from (definitely not from supermarket like how my 3 year old interpreted till now) and developing this new hobby. Out of no where one day during April, I got this adrenaline rush of joining community garden club. Within few days I am standing at the city hall filling the application for land rental. After that it was kind of whirlwind ride with the garden. Some weekends were tiring and some were f

As my alarm snoozes 3rd time at 5.40AM, I realize it’s time for me to get out of the covers and make me prep for the busy day. I will not be able to get back to my darling bed for 17 more hours. I should say 17 hours of multi-tasking various things between work, kids and home. Staying in US for 12 years with approximate 8 years of automotive career granted me few perks (machine dependency) but at the same time did not free me up from doing daily chores.(Yeah women still has to take sole responsibility of certain things at home though she is working full time, sick or simply tired). Sometimes that makes me feel I am caught up in this maze forever. At the same time people who look at me feel I am a super woman who can command others fierce fully at work, hop on to a semi-truck which looks like a beast and make it function correctly, cook three hot meals daily, make things run smoothly for home, organize fancy parties and at the same time attach machines to my body for feeding infant w