The blue sky

8th March is celebrated as International Women's Day. On that day suddenly everybody decides to wish the women around and celebrate womanhood. Companies hold talks and do programs related to the topic of emancipation of women and how the company supports women employees and salutes them for their spirit etc. Nothing against that. They have good intentions. No doubt. Just like there were celebrations all over India, our housing society also decided to host a small program and we all were really looking forward to it as I was going to sing a song in the program.

So as I had mentioned in my previous post, Shreya and I went to meet my old friend cum ex-colleague and my mentor in blogging world, Mr. John. What better place than MTR could it be for our having South-Indian snacks? We headed towards the place on 100ft Road, Indiranager and all the memories of that road flew past my eyes. A and I had spent 4 and a half years in that area and we knew every nook and corner of that area. But now after 5 years, it seemed so different and changed. Anyways, within the next half an hour we all gathered at the restaurant.

As I had written in my earlier post on Pinkathon, the next Run which I was looking forward to was this. Contours women's Day Run® (CWDR®) is an annual event held to raise awareness and help empower the Indian Woman. My neighbour, who participated in the Pinkathon with me had told me about it and we decided to go for it. Unfortunately she had to rush to Vizag for her office work and she couldn't participate. This time my saviour was my petite and ever-ready kid sister, Shreya.

After a break of 3 days, I am back to my Blog Marathon. So this is the post, which I should have posted on Saturday. I joined Yoga classes after a long time. Two of my close friends in the society joined from beginning of March and I took some time to think whether I should join or not. How will I be able to manage office work and cooking (my cook is on a holiday) and managing my kid’s schedule.

I had invited T’s friends from the daycare and their mothers for tea yesterday. It is a group of 4 kids out of which there are twin brother and sister and another boy who goes to the same school as T does. They came at about 6 pm and were there for 2 hours and the ruckus they created together was beyond my imagination.

Have you ever gone on a trip alone?! Yes, alone.! No friends, no relatives and no family. Just you! Scared at the very thought of it? I am scared too!

31 st January 2016 will be forever marked as a golden day in my life. Pinkathon 2016 happened in Bangalore and I ran 5 km for the first time in my life, at the age of 36. I had never done it before and I hadn’t imagined myself running when I returned to India last year.

“The very hungry caterpillar” was introduced to me and T by my host-mother who had come to visit me in Stuttgart to see T for the first time in 2013. I had stayed in her house in 2003 when I had gone to Magdeburg on a scholarship and we still had kept in touch. She gave us a German version of that story “Die kleine Raupe Nimmersatt” written by Eric Carle. T did not understand much then as he was just 13 months old that time, but he got hooked to it once he started going to the daycare there as he was read the story before a nap in the afternoon almost daily.