Cultural Shock – A Ratchet and Wrenches

“Sat-ya, can you get me 9/16 and 5/8 wrenches from the workshop and a set of sockets and a ratchet from the shop?” asked my boss thirteen years ago. Many English speakers get my name wrong. I guess it is easier for them to parse my name that way. Whatever! That day, I was helping him with fixing a snow plowing truck. It was my … Continue reading Cultural Shock – A Ratchet and Wrenches

Hāttiban Hike— Passing Through My Memory Lane

This view is one of the things I miss living away from my hometown. We had many memories made on the hill named after an animal ”hāttiban” for its rough shape of an elephant. We used to go hike the hill, at least, once every week, and forage wild berries such as ainselu ‘ऐंसेलु’ [yellow Himalayan raspberry, blackberry], chutro ‘चुत्रो’ [Indian barberry or tree turmeric], … Continue reading Hāttiban Hike— Passing Through My Memory Lane

A Wake Up Call

My dad didn’t even make it to high school. He started working when he was barely fourteen or fifteen. At twenty he was already married. My mother was barely nineteen. Those ages were actually quite old to get married back then. In their times, they didn’t adopt parenting models or methods of discipline; they lived as their culture expected. They just did the next thing. … Continue reading A Wake Up Call

Bidding Farewell to Breastfeeding

It feels like I have been breastfeeding my children for at least a decade. It is kind of true, though. Pratya was barely two and a half years old when Saral was born. I breastfed Saral even until after Sasha was born and tandem breastfed the first couple of months even though my husband strongly encouraged me to completely wean Saral. Poor guy still sucks … Continue reading Bidding Farewell to Breastfeeding

An Afternoon at Seidman Park….

It is fall here in Michigan, and it was raining on Sunday. The kids were resting and my husband was doing some reading. I was glad to get a text from this friend who wanted to hike at Seidman Park. Thankfully, by then, rain had stopped. It was still chilly, but what better way to warm up than going on a hike??!! I jumped on … Continue reading An Afternoon at Seidman Park….