Want to make your children better travelers? Start with yourself

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It’s a maxim universally marketed that having children kills the traveller in you. It is something often quoted in the “Why not to have kids” bibles and generally nodded to and sighed upon. ‘Herculean task’, ‘nightmare’, ‘horror story’ are commonly used words by people to describe traveling with kids. And then there are pre-boarding facilities and goody bags from airlines, overload of activity timetables at resorts – all aiming to subtly announce that a holiday with children is going to require supreme engineering.

When I threw open the question of how do we make our children better travelers on my blog’s forum, I received the usual formulaic responses, since no one realized it was a trick question: Plan well, involve the child, tell them about where they are going to travel, show them pictures, videos, show them the place on the map, plan their meals (or pack whatever you can),  get them excited about what they will do on the plane , make a list of activities, take their favorite toys, carry board games, carry their favorite food, favorite puzzle, favorite soft toy,  favorite movie.. and so on.

Why travel at all, I wondered? Why bother if you are going to simulate the same kind of life in a different address? When you do the aforementioned, you are raising the opposite of a real traveler. I do realize that holidays need to be planned (especially when kids start formal schooling as there are at best three windows to choose from). But that should be limited to bookings. In my experience, Air BnBs and homestays work better than hotels and if you choose locations you have friends living in – nothing like it.

In my limited experience of seven years and 13 trips with a child, I have come to realize this: The problem, very often, is not the child. It’s the adults. Because you pass on to your child how you have been programmed to travel and if you are the kind who bursts a capillary because you forgot to pack your iPod speakers, chances are, you are already raising a high maintenance child who may prove the cliché right. But this is not a post that tells you what to pack in their bag or how to pacify an irate kid on a plane. Instead I will tell you this:

Don’t behave like you are moving there. You are just travelling.  Stop being so manicured about your travels. Your child will follow suit. On my first travel date with fellow parents, I noticed that they came armed with a suitcases full of toys, dolls, books and games for a three night stay in Matheran. “Why do you need so much?”, I asked.  “Oh, you never know. It’s better to be prepared,” they said. But isn’t that what travel is about? Not knowing?

Don’t oversell the destination and what you will do there. Don’t sell the journey either. Parents have a tendency to do this. This disallows the child any room to have his own her own experiences, and they are forced to look at the entire trip through a readymade lens, which will never allow the real traveller in them to come out.

Allow the place to happen to your child.  Don’t tell them what to expect. This usually means giving at least four to five days in one location to give enough time to experience it, rather than location hopping. Improvise. If things always went as they were planned, it’s not travel. It’s stasis. I think this works better for adults too.

Travel is not about being constantly entertained and your child needs to know that.  And if you in that trap,  you are teaching them that this is how life is – a series of fun-filled, action packed time capsules on loop, where there is no time for recovery, stillness or nothingness – you are in a dangerous place. It’s a slippery slope from there.

Give gadgets a break. Try clouds instead. Or birdsong. Technology is an easy weapon used by most parents – I see it in airports, holiday destinations – each child with a gadget, adults with theirs, swiping away. It’s time to  talk to each other and not our gadgets.

Children have fewer expectations than you. Don’t build it up. The problem I have with checklist-y travel is that it is often more hectic than real life. This whole ‘things to do’, sights to see, monuments to tick off lists, photoboosk to make back home is quite sapping for adults so I wonder what happens when children are subjected to it.

Food is an integral part of the travel experience. Always make your kids try out the local cuisine. They may not like everything they try, but there might be that one thing that calls out to them. Take chances. The first time we traveled post having a child (my son was five months), I was raw, and still blemished from all the negative press traveling with kids seemed to have garnered. I was armed with a small rice cooker and supplies to cook from at the resort we stayed in. But that was the first and last time I traveled with supplies. I decided that when in Rome, we will do as Rome does. So on the next trip, my son and I went to Thailand and happily tucked into mango and sticky rice and fruit platters with prik-kab-klua, the Thai chilli-salt mix. And by the time my son was two, he was trying out gourmet meals at restaurants at every place we traveled to.

Slow down. Linger. You may never look at that selfie again, but you will always remember how it felt on that mountain, with the wind kissing your hair and your child pretending to take off in flight.

Remember you were a kid once. Go on, make that paper boat. Try and put yourself in your kid’s shoes. Remember what you were like as a child and how you liked to travel and be treated and the things you enjoyed doing.

Travel is not an old timetable in a new bottle.  Encourage your child to have a new routine. Shuffle things around. Let them wear what they want. Let them skip baths. Let them eat breakfast for dinner. What is the worst thing that can happen?

Make it about the journey. Not about the destination. We did our first long train trip when Re was 2.5. It was to a wedding at Chandigarh and the journey was 36 hours. He and I had to share a berth, as the Indian railways doesn’t allot berths to children under 5 years (yes!). In the middle of the night, I almost rolled off, as Re had occupied most of it and I stayed up all night, playing with my phone, as I couldn’t turn on the light to read a book. But it was this trip that Re and I tried pull-ups and swinging off the berth ladders.

Start them young. If you look at traveling with kids as a problem, you will always be finding ways to delay it. Instead if you look at it as an opportunity to see the world with a different lens, you will find ways to make it happen. And it’s never too early to start them. In fact the earlier the better.  

Encourage your child to be a resident, not a tourist, wherever you go. Blend in, be part of a community. Give something back. And that’s how we went gathering achhoos (wild gooseberries) in Himachal with the ladies who worked at the Bhuira Jam factory. Or puppy-sat the neighbours’ pups while they worked in the strawberry fields. Or when Re went about picking garbage in Landour, after having noticed that “humans throw things everywhere else but in dustbins”.

Travel is what you make of it, and if you have an open mind, you never know what will come along. I wouldn’t have chased ducks in the park in Irvine, California. I would have never met a “lady bird’s cousin” if I had been preoccupied with leech-proofing ourselves in our first forest trek in Dandeli when my son was three. Nor would I have enjoyed a ritual dance in the Erawan temple at Bangkok as my son fervently joined his hands in prayer even though I am a non-believer.

Bangkok with kids

Have them know that the world is a safe place. Every place has a story to tell, or it becomes a new story when you are in it. When my child saw images of the Paris bombings and asked me about it, I told him what had happened. He then said “We can still go to Paris no? The bombers must have left by now.” I said yes.

Use public transport: There is so much joy discovering a new world with the locals – these are the people who wear it easily, with whom there can often be meaningful conversations, even if you don’t understand the language.  take trains, buses, tuktuks, skytrains, subways and whatever you can manage.

Encourage them to document it. A travel journal or travel art book for drawing, doodling is far better than a toy or puzzle which has a limited shelf life. It is all we carry on our travels now and is more than enough to keep my son busy. Also there is no such thing as too many crayons.

Always check the weather and pack for it.  When they are dressed right for the weather, children are far happier and make better travelers. (it’s shocking how basic this is and how it is often overlooked)

When you take your child with you, leave your adult self behind. Children teach you the importance of being in the moment when you travel. This is harder to do if you don’t allow yourself to access the child in you

Show them how you can travel without going anywhere.  Sometimes a delayed flight or train may open up another adventure altogether. Like this time Re and his dad were doing hip-hop once in an airport. Or when waiting for a bus at Kasauli led us to an ongoing theatre performance by a group of monkeys.

Travel is about balance, and each trip is about finding something for ‘you’, ‘me’ and ‘us’.  If you look hard enough, you can. Having a kid couldn’t really be the end. In fact it is a whole new beginning. Of looking at the world through a child’s eyes, and that is a brand new, fascinating world with so many more stories to tell. You just have to stop getting in the way.

(A shorter version of this post appeared in Conde Nast Traveller here

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Of kulith soup and kissing the clouds: a weekend at Saj by the lake

Re and I love being on the road and it doesn’t take much to galvanise us to get going. Just the magic words, “Want to go?” are enough to get us packing our bags and walking shoes. If there is rain and waterbodies involved, even better. If there is good food, nothing like it.

So when a few weeks back, we were invited to spend a weekend at the new Saj by the lake, a new boutique resort at Malshej ghat (which, incidentally was a an integral part of my childhood monsoon getaways with Appa, who couldn’t resist soaking under every waterfall enroute, much to our annoyance). Re and I preferred to soak in the gorgeous views along the NH 222 instead, pretending the mountains and the clouds were characters in a sky play.

Anyway, three hours later, we found ourselves here:

Saj by the lake

Saj by the lakeWe were told, wait, there is a whole lake behind, and we couldn’t wait to meet it

The Pimpalgaon Jodha dam created lake on the Pushpavati river

The Pimpalgaon Joga dam created lake on the Pushpavati river

There were many other things that caught our fancy. Like this entrance to our room:

Suite at Saj by the lake

And these lantern clouds at the Maati Bani restaurant, where we ate many soulful meals

Saj by the lake And this brick backdrop which called for a photo

Saj by the lake

And these funky cows

pop artAnd this lovely thencha which was more my thing

And this Kandyavarche Andey (eggs on onions) which we had for breakfast

And lots of other food which we loved so much that I forgot to take pictures of: like nachni and kulith soup, thalipeeth, mushroom masala, dudhi in green gravy, pit cooked biryani, nachni kheer, methi and paneer tikki, a lovely bengali style cold bharta with mashed potatoes .. and all this with rice, jowar and nachni bhakris.

We were told they have camping facilities so we can’t wait to come back to do some star-gazing. That night, of course, the clouds decided to hide all the stars, but we both got some down time, doing our own thing, blending in.

And many together things, long walks and lots of bird watching , cloud watching, waterfall watching and green watching. And plotting to come again, this time to star gaze.


About a house called Maia that let me be…… and a cat called Maia that showed me how to be

Around a month ago, I took a train by myself to Goa in search of some me time. There was too much happening, I was too overwhelmed, and somehow the presence of a child in your life makes you act stoic even when you are not feeling so, and it was taking a toll on me. So off I went to Maia House in Saligao. The house belongs to Heta Pandit, a lady who has done exemplary work in the area of conservation, and whose other house (another heritage home, Dhun Heta in Panchgani) I had visited a few years ago. You can read more about her homes and contact details here.

What can I say about the house? Here it is:

Maia House in SaligaoFour poster dreamsIt’s a 19th century heritage home completely restored with modern amenities, a 15 minute drive from the beaches of Calangute and Candolim. The house is largely old world, with modern touches added for convenience.  The best part is a private sit-out among two rare trees and a freshwater well. I spent a large part of my time here with Maia.

It’s hard to say if the house was named after the cat or the other way, but going by the looks of it, Maia owns the place. She was the one who actually taught me the real meaning of me time. photo 2photo 4photo 3photo 2photo(41)I don’t know much about design or architecture, but I know when a house talks to me, gives me a hug, tells me it’s going to be okay. I know when I look at windows that are neither open nor closed and when they tell me all I have to do is reach out and I can have them either open or closed. photo 3And what can I say about a house that has a tombstone for it’s first cat, Maia’s predecessor, Catalyst.

photo 5I’m not sure if this is the kind of travelogue you wanted to read, but sometimes, places are more than things ticked off a list. I have been to Goa many times and I know there are many Goas, but this was the first time I went to Goa and never once felt like hitting the beach. Instead I sat home and wrote a letter to my future self.

photo 4Perhaps there’s something about Saligao. Maybe it’s Maia.


First Family Vacation Dos and Don’ts

featurelizBY LIZA BARTON

So, you’ve spent months scrolling through fantastic holiday deals online and you’ve finally booked your accommodation and flights. Now you and your family are counting down the days until you can escape the stresses of day to day life to enjoy some sun, sea and sand.

Of course you will want your time away on this maiden family adventure to be as relaxing and enjoyable as possible, but a child’s idea of a grand family holiday is very different to their parent’s. So to help things all go a little bit more smoothly, here are eight dos and don’ts for family holidays; little tips which will keep the whole clan happy whilst soaking up the sun this summer!

Don’t forget your passports

This might seem like a pretty obvious one, but you’d be surprised how often it happens. There will be no hope of hopping on that plane for your summer holiday if you accidentally leave them lying on your dining table at home. Make sure passports are the first thing you cross off your checklist before packing. Your children will also need their own passports, so make sure you apply for one well before your departure date, otherwise your summer holiday may turn out very differently.

Do remember play time

After finally escaping the stresses of the office, it’s all too easy to retreat to sunbathing on white sandy beaches for days on end. But whilst you may be happy to spend your entire holiday soaking up the rays, your children will not. A child envisions building tall sand castles and digging great big holes, so why not purchase a little bucket and spade and other beach toys to keep them busy? Who knows, maybe you’ll find yourself getting sucked in to playtime too!

Don’t stick to the same old food

Let’s say you’re headed to destinations you’ve never visited before on your holidays. If you’ve never been there before, it’s likely you’ve never tasted the local food either. So, why not take the opportunity as a family to immerse yourself in the culture and try some? And who knows, maybe your weekly Sunday roast could be replaced by a sea-food paella or tasty Italian pasta.

Dodge the daylong boat trip

A daylong boat trip is a popular holidaying excursion, especially amongst parents. It’s relaxing, you witness some incredible sites and you get to dive into the glistening warm sea at some point or another. But as a first family holiday activity its a risky business going for a whole day on a boat. Children who may never have fought the ocean waves before may suffer from sea sickness, and to spend the whole day reassuring an ill child that ‘it will all be over soon’ isn’t a fun proposition – approach with caution.

So, those are our do’s and don’ts for a successful first family holiday. Bear these in mind and we’re sure you’ll have a holiday to remember.

Of beaches, backwaters, a beetroot pickle and a Biennale: Kerala, Relais & Châteaux style

I was a bit late to the whole Kochi Biennale party, but when Relais & Châteaux invited me to a Kerala trail, hopping across three of their resorts and threw in the Biennale as a bonus last month,  I figured, why not?

Besides, I was curious. I had done Kerala a few times earlier, but it was either cushioned in familiarity (staying at my friend Gayatri’s house on Bennett Road in Trichur, listening to her father hold forth on orchids or Che Guevara and eating her cook Ram’s consistently delicious fare ) or a nonchalant brashness (backpacking from Cochin all the way to Thekkady alone) and almost giving up my life in Bombay to live in the hills and grow coffee.

So this was different.

When I arrived at the first resort, Niraamaya Retreats Surya Samudra in Kovalam, it made me a bit nostalgic. It was an expanse of old heritage homes or tharavadus across eight acres that reminded me of Gayatri’s home in Trichur, except that it was flanked by the sea. And was on a cliff. It was also tradition with a twist. To start with,  I had an open air bathroom with a stone tub.

Bathroom garden at Niraamaya Retreats, Kovalam

No wonder they don’t call them bathrooms, but bath gardens. My home was called Cinnamon and the path to it looked like this:

The road to my home for two days

The road to my home for two days

The only difference between this and the ancestral home I had earlier lived in was that it had all the frills of a five-star and a spectacular view of the sea on one side. So spectacular that I woke up at 6 am the next morning to have tea on the beach. Of course it helped that we had the most endearing and entertaining hosts one could ever dream of, in Poonam and Rejeesh, who with their chutzpah and eye for detail made our stay even more fun.

Tea, coffee or sea?

Tea, coffee or sea?

And while on sea, there were some people at work early in the morning. The early fishing folk.

Fisherfolk on Kovalam beach

Fisherfolk on Kovalam beach at dawn

Well, luxury can get to you and you can spend hours gazing at the waves or the green topped mosque you see at a distance. Or just laze around on the hammocks gazing at this Ganesha.

Reclining Ganesha on the lawns of Niraamaya retreats

Reclining Ganesha on the lawns of Niraamaya retreats

Or just go walkabout spotting the cutest things on this sprawling property

I just pretended this was a wishing well and made a wish

I just pretended this was a wishing well and made a wish

Is your tharavadu bigger than mine?

Why does the neighbour’s house always look better?

The gym was too pretty for me to even think of a workout, so I gazed some more

Pretty gyms can be too distracting for a workout

And why did I forget food? Well, I started the day with idiappams with stew and then did a masterclass with Chef Prakash who has a magic wand hidden somewhere, I am sure. His Venkakkai Pepper fry had me drooling even as he was showing us how to make it (sorry forgot to take a picture) and I also managed to squeeze out the recipe for his Beetroot pickle. The difference between a  Relais & Châteaux resort and any other upscale resort is that they don’t do buffets. They don’t believe in the concept of precooked food, just sitting there for hours. So every meal is freshly cooked and customized to your taste. And you feel like a lord, as no one else is eating what you are eating.

Idiappams,a traditonal Kerala breakfast

Chef Prakash’s heavenly beetroot pickle

And that's how you feel after an Abhyanga snana

And that’s how you feel after an Abhyanga snana. Pic: Shannon Lobo

And then, it was time for some more walkabout and a spa treatment. I had an Abhyanga snana, which actually means one is doused with oil all over and slapped and massaged into a gentle sleep and then eventually, it is time to wake up and have a bath to wash all the oil off. I felt so well scrubbed and rejuvenated that I got all loungy.On the way back, I said hello to mamma jackfruit and baby jackfruit. Once a mom, always a mom, I thought. I tried hard to imagine that this was well-deserved me-time and I must really enjoy it, but each time I saw something interesting or pretty, I couldn’t help thinking of what Re would have said.

Jackfruit fiesta We also went for a boat ride in the Poovar backwaters a few kilometres from Kovalam, where we saw an elephant indulging in some spa treatment

Elephant being bathed in the Poovar backwatersWell, we didn’t realise he was grooming himself for a date later in the evening

Two is company, even with elephantsNext stop: Malabar House in Fort Kochi. Serene and classy, it was love at first sight.

Malabar House, Fort Kochi. Photo: Shannon Lobo

It was like a private garden right in the middle of all the Kochi Biennale action. And the evening buzzed even more, in the company of the absolutely charming Joerg Drechsel, who owns the resort and his Spanish wife Txuku (who admitted gracefully that her name was easy to pronounce by the locals, as she sounded like chickoo, a local fruit). Joerg and Txuku’s love for Kerala dates back 20 years. They came looking for a summer home and found themselves falling in love with Cochin. As they wanted a place to stay, they built Malabar House and it later became a boutique hotel and is now a Relais & Châteaux property.

Fort Kochi otherwise was good, city style fun. First of all, the streets had absolutely come alive with all the Biennale buzz. There was graffiti all around and even a walk through the street was a visual delight. Graffiti in Fort Kochi during the BiennaleGraffiti by the mysterious and iconic GuesswhoIt was the last week of the Kochi Biennale closed, so I just about made it. Spread over multiple venues all over Fort Kochi, Mattanchery palace and Willingdon Island, the Kochi Art Biennale, built on the theme of Whorled Explorations and curated by Jitish Kallat. It was a treat, no less.

Aspin Wall, where the action was at   I wish I had more time, because there were so many spectacular works that caught my eye. Like this tent covered with paintings by Francesco Clemente:Pepper Tent by Francesco ClementeOr this fabulous charcoal sculpture by Shantamani Muddaiah:

Backbone by Shantamani Muddaiah

My favorite moment was when Anju Dodiya walked into the frame as I was gazing at Dayanita Singh’s photography-meets-architecture piece.

Dear Walter by Dayanita Singh

Dear Walter by Dayanita Singh

Lunch pangs had me heading back to Malabar House and what greeted me was a work of art in itself. Chef Manoj’s fennel, lettuce, shallot, beetroot, pomegranate, feta and orange salad. Once again, following the Relais & Châteaux philosophy of food being integral to your stay and cooked to your palate  from fresh organic produce. Chef Manoj at Malabar Housee

Fusion restaurant at Malabar House

Fusion restaurant at Malabar House. Photo: Shannon Lobo

Next stop: Purity on Vembanad lake.

Purity on lake Vembanad is a boat ride away from Fort Kochi, and also accessible by road in an hour. It is another labour of love by Joerg. Purity had me at windows, each one  a piece of art.

Purity on Vembanad lakeJust another spectacular window at Purity The rooms reminded me of some of the work I saw at the Biennale. I pretended to be an artist in residence. This room one was mine, with the famous athangudi tiles from Thanjavur:

Color is the underlying theme at Purity

Color is the underlying theme at Purity

View from Purity. Pic: Shannon Lobo

Wherever you stay, it’s like you have a private lake. And finally, it was time to go. Not before the ceremonial boat ride on the Vembanad lake with the boatman Shaju telling me stories of their nocturnal fishing adventures with the Chinese fishing nets that dot the periphery of the lake.

Girl on a boat

Girl on a boat. Photo: Julie Sam

And then I realized, you can take a girl out of Kerala, but you cannot take Kerala out of a girl. So I spent the next two weeks eating tapioca chips and sweet banana chips and occasionally dipping them in the beetroot pickle that Chef Prakash  of Niraamaya so lovingly packed for me to take back home. It helped.

Lessons from a toddler on moving countries


Flying with a childLast week we flew all the way from a summery Jo’burg straight into a walk-in freezer, Chicago. Everyone had warned us about this Windy City. I won’t lie, I was a bit nervous. But the adrenalin rush to see a new city, a new country had already taken over.

Little I, like a parrot would rattle off ‘chiiiiicaaagoo!!’ when somebody asked her, ‘where are you going?’. Even when we were actually heading for a supermarket in Jo’burg.

Her excitement for an unknown land made me smile. And I decided that I will only follow her excitement as my cues on what to do next.

Children have no fear of the unknown. Every thing is exciting for them. The staircase, the puddle, the swing and a new country in our case. They are born risk-takers. Because if they didn’t take that risk of standing on the iron rails of a gate and swing how would they ever know what it felt like? This was a lesson learnt: Don’t fear new experiences, new places, new weather conditions. Because as we get older, we begin to fear the unknown.

It was minus12 degrees outside and tons of excitement inside.

I asked little I if she wanted to go for a walk. And she screamed, ‘Let’s go!’.

We were all born with the belief that the world is a beautiful place and there’s a lot of good in it. But as life happened, we stopped believing in the goodness. We began to see the world with a single lens. We forgot about that wonder in our eyes. But children are highly motivated. Their side is the brightest side of life. Everything is awesome there, even that humble spoon.

As we stepped out on the icy cold street, little I stood numb, she held my hand and was ready to walk. And I was reminded of the next lesson. Life will be sometimes sunshine, sometimes biting cold but we must get up, get out and never stop experiencing those wonderful things that await us just around the corner, a beautiful bakery in our case.


About the author:

After working for a decade as a writer in advertising in three different countries, Gauri Dalvi is now going back to the start.  When she is not dancing to her two-year old’s tunes, she writes and doodles about their adventures together on Huffington Post (India) and yowoto.com. She also blogs at www.giddymum.wordpress.com.

Lost in Translation: Mom in Tokyo

various baby food options availableBY ALOKANANDA MUKHERJEE

Thank GOD, the parcel was out but I was scared. Dead scared that they were sending us home alone with something about which we hardly knew much. Well, I was equipped with knowledge. I knew about burping the baby, bathing her, feeding her every two hours. I had helped my friends with babies in times of need. Yet I was apprehensive on how we would fare as parents.

Postpartum pains, bowel movements, elderly advice, booby politics, a hand-me-down breast pump and a month later I came face to face with a thought that we are to leave for Japan. Good thing for my husband for sure, he had stayed in the country for three years before and was rejoining the same company, but for me not really. My settling down with the baby with ample help from the M and MIL were shattered. Sleepless nights began again. Misha was a darling. She slept all night since she was just a few days old. The “everything will be fine” husband assured again that “we will manage”, but I knew that this was probably the end of my dreams and plans.

The day came and we did move to Japan with a 3 month old Misha. The long flight went off smoothly, apart from the continuous wailing at the Yokohama station, but the feeding rooms across stations helped me pacify her and here began my first experience of the country. She was exclusively breast fed till 6 months.

The Indian doctors had advised us to give her food jars when she was 6 months. But the “only Japanese” labels makes it difficult for us to understand, and good or not was another issue altogether. So home cooked pureed food it was. That meant more back-breaking work for me. Barely two and a half people at home and each ate a different kind of food, with too many variations. The baby had to be introduced to new flavors and a variety to top it all. Once again I went to seek the blessings of “Google baba,” and the first food for her was avocado.

I was never a tech geek. But today, Google translate is one of the most cherished tools on my phone. It even translates labels for me. The biggest concern of staying in Japan is that you hardly know what you are buying. The milk is milk because there is a cow on the cartoon. And if you want to know what percentage of fat it has, may god help you.
Having said that language is a big constraint, Japanese are very helpful and polite people. All babies are required to register at the block office and treatments along with vaccinations for babies are free. The baby record book is detailed and even has a few English pages. I was overwhelmed because the lady at the ward office was using the Google translate as well, but she was translating Japanese so that I understand that in English. Then there was a search for a English speaking pediatric, which we found easily and thankfully.

Misha is a happy and hungry child. She loves the ladies in the train who usually cuddle her for her Indian features. She flashes those gummy smiles at the old women who are amused that she is “kawai”(cute) and “indie”. Maybe she misses the coochiecoo of grandmothers back home and the big Indian joint family.

I miss home too. And realize that it’s important to be thankful for whatever you have. A maid, a clean house, clean clothes and many other little things are not your birthrights. Having lived here for a few months, I have realized that there is a language of motherhood. Whenever I come across a woman who is accompanying a baby, we look at each other and smile. Maybe to say, “yes we understand”, in spite of having nothing apart from that pint size baby in common. Smile truly is the universal language that doesn’t require a Google translate.


About the author:

Alokananda is a dreamer and a full time mommy who thinks human babies are not too different from her kittens.