Two magical minutes

It is 7 am in the morning, and I jump out of bed in a leap that would put kangaroos to shame. I am late, and in just 45 minutes I have to send my brood, with lunch boxes and snacks, out into the world.

I spin around the house, multi-tasking – slicing, boiling, toasting and frying. I curse my alarm clock for not being louder, and for not cutting into those thick layers of sleep.

The household is chaotic, everybody is packing their bags, looking for phones, chargers, socks, missing papers.

My menu is pared down to what can be called ‘basic, filling and healthy’, nothing creative, nothing that will cause my kids to go wow when they open their boxes.

Somehow, things get done, and the kids leave, their minds preoccupied with tests and friends. My husband leaves soon after, his mind already at work.

And me, I get a breather before I plunge into my day. I take my coffee and stand near the window. The sky is a bright blue, and the moon is still clearly visible.

The moon looks so beautiful and calm. So near, yet so faraway. Floating as it does high above, the moon seems serene and totally oblivious to all the craziness down below.

Looking at the moon makes me dream of the impossible; and makes me believe that a two minute break in one’s day can be magical – rising above the mundane and all the clutter, taking a deep breath, and sipping coffee.

A few minutes of bliss. Peace. Calm.


The sounds of home

A home is filled with love, laughter, petty squabbles, music and home-cooked food; a home is also filled with the sounds of various appliances that support us and make our lives easier. 

People usually tell us to stop and listen to the sounds of nature. But I tell you, if you stop and listen carefully, you will hear the ‘sounds’ of your home – the spinning of the washing machine, the wind flapping the curtains, the kettle boiling and lots more.

And most women I know have this uncanny ability of knowing when something is not quite right with these sounds. A discordant note here, a flicker there, a creak here or a rattle there. 

We just know.

And sometimes, many such devices at home gang up and create a cacophony at the same time.

This week was one such for me. It all started when our washing machine seemed to have decided that it wanted to run from its place in the service area – it rattled and groaned and thrashed about with a high-pitched creaking sound. Adding to this were the washing basin that went on strike by clogging itself, a faulty electric connection in the study room and a drip in one of the pipes.

Courtesy –

So it’s been a long week. Only one problem has been fixed. The others will happen this week hopefully.
After which, the sounds in my home will be harmonious once again.

Has this happened to you?