Cold, cough, clumsy and all that

6 days into the new year and a week since I came back to Singapore, I am yet to get back to normal.

The cold and cough which all of us at home became down with early in December has still not gone. Add to it a clumsy act of mine of hitting my face in full force on the arm rest of the flight seat. Yes unbelievable things like these often keep happening to me. The pain subsided in a few days only to be back in full force after getting hurt again in the same place. The nagging pain is making it difficult to show complete patience while dealing with the crying or tantrums of my children as well as while carrying on with the routine household chores.

The weather in Singapore isn’t helping either. With no sign of the usual scorching sun and with only cloudy/rainy weather being prevalent and not to forget the musty smell of the wet clothes that refuse to fully get dried up, only more dullness prevails.

As always, I am hating how even something as common as a cough and cold prevents me from carrying on my routine unhindered. Here’s hoping that better times will come soon.

Meanwhile, the son has started going to school and so far, it has been good. And now there’s one more school bag to pack, one more uniform to be kept ready, one more small lunch box to pack and one more school almanac to check everyday. And more friends and acquaintances in the making too maybe.

Clock strikes 12 and I hear the sounds of fireworks. Happy New Year, folks!

As the year is about to end in another fifteen minutes in Singapore and in another 2 hrs 45 minutes in India, I suddenly get this urge to write about how this year has been to me.

The year began with me waiting at the Madras airport with my sleep-deprived children to board a Scoot airlines flight to Singapore which got delayed by 4 hours! I am happy to say that I didn’t have to face any more flight delays the rest of this year.

The first ten days had us packing up everything from the apartment in Kampong Glam/Little India/Rochor and moving to Hougang. This was a very welcome change for us and we have been happy in this new place so far.

My daughter joined a new school, graduated from Kindergarten (Is a Kindergarten Graduation really needed???) and started her journey of primary school this year. .

The year saw my son moving to talking in full sentences, all completely oozing out mazhalai. The year also saw him becoming more and more naughty. My son will start his school in two days from now.

This year too had me ponder deeply about my life, my lost career, others’ opinions on being a SAHM, etc. A big milestone was reviving this blog this year.

Adieu, 2017!

Yet another trip to Madras got over. As always, I landed with a long list of things to do like meeting some old friends, visiting some of my favourite places, going on a long drive, etc. But do you know that there is only so much that you can do when what you really seem to want is to have a recap of your erstwhile daily life in Madras?!

Sitting inside the aeroplane waiting for it to take off, here I am, thinking back to how, as always, there is that feeling of not having had enough time at home, in Madras. Four hours away from now, the home in Singapore beckons. There will be chores to be done and unpacking and sorting/arranging of all the loads of luggages that I am now carrying with me. The next couple of days are going to be crazy days.

There was a time when I, as a child, wanted to travel by day train, Chozhan Express to Mayiladuthurai/Mayavaram and my mother used to say what a hassle it was to travel with kids during daytime along with, not to forget, packing food for the entire day.

Today, as I am now travelling by Chozhan Express, that too on a side lower berth simply because my daughter wanted to, I think back to how the very thought of day time travel felt tiring to me initially. Life comes a full circle indeed.

I think this word was given the additional meaning of someone visiting a doctor since an immense amount of it is required from them while waiting for their turn to see the doctor.