Eight Months in India 2013

1 Powai Lake

Did you know that eight months is how long it took for the girls and I to come home to the UK? Eight long months we lived in India. I thought that today I would choose just a couple of the pictures that are now available due to reconnecting my broken laptops hard drive. This First picture I took from the place that we started this epic journey of family together. Powai Lake in Mumbai.

3 Haiko Powai

This next picture is me with a rather small trolley at the Haiko Supermarket in Powai. It was nice to have a local ‘western style supermarket’ close by. At other points in the journey, we just ate foods from the street vendor or local market place. But it was nice when we shopped with convenience. The picture below is probable when they were seven months old. It is amazing to see that their little faces havent really changed at all.

2 Girls

The girls and I had lots of fun looking back at all of these memories. Of course, they do not remember as they were just little, new born babies. But in that time they grew, began to sit, started on solid food, oh the bliss of turning a thousand apples and they even took their first tentitive crawls. Amritsar would try and throw her chest forward and Tara would just look at objects in front of her and clench her fists and scream at them, compelling (not quite propelling) herself towards them. I did of course have the help of a couple of different nannies over the time. The two most memorable were Bharti and Manju. Though I believe they once knew one and other and were not the best of friends. They were both strong willed women.

4 Nanny Bharti

I thank Bharti for being there and showing kindness and love to our girls. We do miss her. Now this next picture is myself, the girls and Manju. Again the girls were about seven months old at this point.

5 Dadda Manju

I forget where this picture was taken. I think somewhere on the shores of Powai Lake as we would not have travelled too far from ‘The Lakeside Apartments’. This moment would have been just a couple of weeks before we were finally allowed to leave india.

6 Amritsar Sleeping

I love this picture, the lighting was perfect. Just the presence of sunlight would confirm that the photo was taken in October 2013. The monsoon clouds were with us for most of our time in India. Doesnt she look so serene. So the final picture for today is Tara, sat up to attention, looking very thoughtful. Well that was my moment of nostalgia. Dont forget that I will be publishing the second chapter of my novel ‘Eighteen Moons’ on here later this month on the cycle of the full moon here in the UK. Or if you cant wait for that, the entire book is available through Amazon Kindle. Just search for ‘Eighteen Moons’. Eight of those eighteen moons was my time is India. Maybe next week I will look at (in brief) another five moons speant in Thailand.

7 Tara Sitting

Do Things Always Have to Make Sense

Having just observed the surrealities of the video I posted 5 minutes ago, I guess not. Children do the funniest of things don’t they? I’m pretty sure that Thor will keep his ‘funny boy’ nature and have lots of friends throughout his school days. He certainly makes me smile. A lot less screaming nowadays also. Calo (Caleb) can be quite the funny one too, though he has taken on ‘Thor’s Mantle’ when it comes to being screamy. They are all so funny in their own ways, so it is quite rightly difficult to have a favourite. Ending comment on today’s diary entry has to be lol…

A Day of No Mishaps

Up at 7am and asleep by 7pm. What can I say! With all of the children at school there is the ultimate freedom that I will inevitably embrace, come September. At present, I need to be at home, pretty much 24 / 7 as the little ones day at preschool is but three hours in the morning. Will I really have the chance to leave the house for several hours each and every weekday? I felt guilty this morning as I saw a friend, Richard at 10am and visited a farm shop in a small village in Oxfordshire. Very pleasant staff and a real old style butchers. They even had the fake green plastic clover surrounding the packaged meats in the chill cabinets. I haven’t seen that since my childhood. Is veal back on he menu? I hope so as four sirloin steaks came in at £20, two frozen Madagascan Mega Prawns for a tenner and three packs of Toulouse, wild boar and duck sausages, another tenner! I was back at 12.30 and Sindy graciously held on until I returned. All that nosh now hidden away in the freezer, John is in for a real treat as he absolutely loves wild game. There was some venison steak and pigeon breast in the shop too.

I actually felt guilty for my not being there when the little ones arrived home from preschool. Habits are habits after all. I am going to have to think long and hard as to my new direction after next September. What can I do with a new found independence, what tangent could I possibly take? A lot to consider, but even before this juncture, I do want to continue within the art of the written word. I’m considering a book of short stories! What do you think? Obviously the children would be considerations. I’m thinking a kind of rewrite of some of ‘Aesop’s Fables’ but using scenarios being acted out by Amritsar, Tara, Thor, Aaliyah and Caleb, the outcome being the learning of a moral outcome! What do you think? Is it a worthy project to undertake? I think a big injection of humour would be essential, but my writing, up until now has always been factual. How does one consider a step over to the other side – fiction. That’s a big step to take. Is my imagination feeling fertile enough? Any advice from out there would be massively appreciated.

On other matters – like you all, I am very tired of the BREXIT issue. Even without bringing a political point of view to this diary, my head continues to feel sore from all of the discord surrounding this state of affairs and complete disarray. I will be glad when we can all see some resolve.

And a settled future.

Last Thoughts for the Day

Just reconnected with a ‘Dear Heart’! So ending the day with a smile (you know who you are), though my original diary entry was going to start with our daughter Aaliyah. She really wants to be good, but as you may know, remorse is in short supply when it comes to her antics. She bit Caleb yesterday, though I did not report it to you out there as I thought it was an isolated incident. Today she yet again bit Caleb without any consideration. It really sucks to be regarded as lesser in the general pecking order (poor Caleb). He cried of course and thankfully Sindy did the ‘Bad Cop’ response and sat Aaliyah on the ‘Thinking Chair’. Then, given her angry and uncontrollable vexing, she was sent up to bed early. Nothing more to add regards Aaliyah’s bad behaviour, but I am upset that all of the improvements with her behaviour of recent months, it really does suck when you feel that you are back to square one. Let’s just go forward with a modicum of HOPE. Sindy and I reassured each other that she is still only three years old, almost four. But her remorse is still very sadly on the side of slight. Today’s pic looks like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth!