Clay works...

Made these from Shilpkar and soft clay.

Sponge flowers in mirror worked vase

I got this vase earlier, but mirror worked it recently. I got two sarees for onam, and there was this sponge inside and so made rose flowers from that.

Darshan's recycled socks

 I made these with my little one's worn out socks.

My little one…

For the past seven months, my life is around this little one of mine. He is keeping me busy not only the whole day but also the whole night, I know this happens to each and every mom. He is my whole world now.

                      His initial days were simply his cries and sleep eventhough I feel cherished whenever I see him, his sleepy smiles takes my heart away. Then he started recognizing me, would frown into my face for a while and a small smile breaks out, turns when he hears my sound, sometimes he looks up at me when he needs support for anything. When he does something he also looks upon me for appreciation.

             I will never forget those initial days when he was trying to turn, and one day he tried hard but couldn’t turn. He started making desperate noises and hence I thought could take him in my arms, when I bent to take him, he was trying to turn, he thought Im there to help him in his act of turning, I just supported him with my hands and yes he did it. Little activities like these increased our affection much…

                    Now he knows even if I am around elsewhere, starts searching for me when I leave him for a long time. He babbles, squeals makes on funny noises and when I respond he gets much more excited, tries making different funny noises. Now this is kind of a playtime between us. He mock laughs to invite attraction. Each and everyday he tries many new things to invite attraction and yes I too have to find out new ways to amuse him.

                 For the past seven months, my life is around this little one of mine. He is keeping me busy not only the whole day but also the whole night, I know this happens to each and every mom. He is my whole world now.

                         His initial days were simply his cries and sleep eventhough I feel cherished whenever I see him, his sleepy smiles takes my heart away. Then he started recognizing me, would frown into my face for a while and a small smile breaks out, turns when he hears my sound, sometimes he looks up at me when he needs support for anything. When he does something he also looks upon me for appreciation.

             I will never forget those initial days when he was trying to turn, and one day he tried hard but couldn’t turn. He started making desperate noises and hence I thought could take him in my arms, when I bent to take him, he was trying to turn, he thought Im there to help him in his act of turning, I just supported him with my hands and yes he did it. Little activities like these increased our affection much…

                    Now he knows even if I am around elsewhere, starts searching for me when I leave him for a long time. He babbles, squeals makes on funny noises and when I respond he gets much more excited, tries making different funny noises. Now this is kind of a playtime between us. He mock laughs to invite attraction. Each and everyday he tries many new things to invite attraction and yes I too have to find out new ways to amuse him. 

                He wakes me up in the morning, putting his little hands upon me and moving them to and fro, and when I smile at him, he nods his head moves towards me and rubs his head onto me, and starts our day…

From Villukkuri, my husbands hometown

The yellow Lotus

                   

Taken from HCC campus.

sunset

Nature

From the house boat at Alappuzha

At Munnar

At ooty

Welcome things

Whenever a function happens, amma goes on decorating the house and this is one of her favourites.

                                                       This was for my marriage

  

And this for my son's noolukettu function

A visitor to our home

We had this little visitor to our home...

Poo polulla Idli (Idli’s as soft as flower)

Each and every south Indian would be familiar with this small round fluffy thing named Idli, and I am not sure why but most of them hate this typical dish. To be frank, I hate Idlis. Each and every time my amma makes Idly as breakfast, I just say “Idliyaaa” and amma says, “nalla poo polatha idli mole”, and I make a face and start gulping two of this. This is a common compliment to Idli, and today I came across Havell’s advertisement, couldn’t bear laughing. What an imagination Sirji!

          The ad goes on like this; they have shown a function wherein replaced flowers with Idlis, the highlight come when a girl wears them as flowers on her head. Really loved the ad. The link to youtube video….

Fabric painting

After a long time back to blogging....