I witnessed the slow disintegration of those stupid balls in the hot oil through my blurred-with-tears contact lenses. I paused for a couple of minutes as I mindlessly stared at the small kadai.
Canadian Thanksgiving marks the beginning of the holidays for my family. The excitement begins when I start seeing pumpkins everywhere – at grocery stores, at Costco, on school snacks calendars, on print advertisements, on news promoting pumpkin patches and deals on this fruit (yes, fruit) everywhere.
Hmmm….so how are we doing with sleep these days? Good…is what I want to say because I believe it. The fear of course is that things could change any day as most things do with babies. I also fear I am going to jinx it simply by writing it.
Being Indian, I am organically brown and proud of it! My son on the other hand is very light skinned – a beautiful shade of light beige bordering on white and can in fact, be easily considered white just like his father, depending on the time of the year. I have wondered at times, if …