My obsession with summer is finally over though there isn't much adventure in the kitchen, I have learnt to fall in love with every season again. The past month has been pouring and on weekends we did not have much of choice but stay in and watch the rain.
Presently with the nanny issue at home, I don't have time to look out to check if its raining or shining because my hands are full as someone has started to crawl about the entire house hold. The other day I caught him red handed messing with my pickle rack in the kitchen. Here's a picture from Independence Day where I was ready with my phone camera to take of picture of flag hoisting in a hospital beside our building and sing the national anthem but them I could not do none as I got distracted by this gentleman who pulled away my pink penguin flip flops. By the time I took this picture he had moved away to inspect some bird droppings.
Strangely this is where I left my post back in 2015 and never completed it. I forgot about it as my son learnt to walk in a couple of weeks post this and I spent most of my time chasing him. I had also taken a series of pictures to do a post dedicated to monsoons in Gurgaon in 2015 however I have misplaced most of them and the only one that was left with me is this.
It was a Sunday and it rained the heaviest in Gurgaon. Sonny boy was sleeping and me and the husband were busy getting drenched in rain which came into the verandah. I was happy and it reminded me of my days as kid. The husband insisted the day called for a photograph. The building on the left, the half constructed one is now a swanky new apartment, that does make me feel old. We are still at the same apartment.
This year the rainfall was not that good barring my birthday, it rained so much that I had to walk 3 kms from my salon in knee deep water to get my son from the daycare. It was a new experience for him hanging on to me like a chimp, getting wet which he loves. Out of the chaos of stagnated cars honking and me concentrating on my gait and potholes, I could hear him exclaim...rain...water....its a different thing that what ever he says is an exclamation now that he tries to speak.
I have some draft posts saved from last year, my intention is to roll them off and get it off my chest. unfinished business.
Presently with the nanny issue at home, I don't have time to look out to check if its raining or shining because my hands are full as someone has started to crawl about the entire house hold. The other day I caught him red handed messing with my pickle rack in the kitchen. Here's a picture from Independence Day where I was ready with my phone camera to take of picture of flag hoisting in a hospital beside our building and sing the national anthem but them I could not do none as I got distracted by this gentleman who pulled away my pink penguin flip flops. By the time I took this picture he had moved away to inspect some bird droppings.Strangely this is where I left my post back in 2015 and never completed it. I forgot about it as my son learnt to walk in a couple of weeks post this and I spent most of my time chasing him. I had also taken a series of pictures to do a post dedicated to monsoons in Gurgaon in 2015 however I have misplaced most of them and the only one that was left with me is this.
This year the rainfall was not that good barring my birthday, it rained so much that I had to walk 3 kms from my salon in knee deep water to get my son from the daycare. It was a new experience for him hanging on to me like a chimp, getting wet which he loves. Out of the chaos of stagnated cars honking and me concentrating on my gait and potholes, I could hear him exclaim...rain...water....its a different thing that what ever he says is an exclamation now that he tries to speak.
I have some draft posts saved from last year, my intention is to roll them off and get it off my chest. unfinished business.
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