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Silent Sunday – Waiting For Next Fall Season

Waiting For Next Fall Season
Tisha, Otu and Renne Singh waiting For Next Fall Season

Thursday Treat – Tisha’s Crocheted Purple Wig

Tisha Singh
Tisha Singh


Here is Tisha Singh in her Purple Wig with Pink Bow, crocheted with Red Heart ❀ yarn.



Why I have a Pink Bathroom?

Tisha Singh
Tisha in Pink

If you have kids, you might agree with me, that most worrisome time of having kids in home, is when suddenly everything is quiet. No noise. Nothing. Just a big quiet. Maybe some distant giggling, and some hushed voices. Hush…..

This is when your sixth sense awaken to its full power and you start to consider everything that can go wrong at your home.

To cut the suspense, let me straight come to my story.

So, yesterday it suddenly became quiet and I got worried. You would have been too, if you have three toddlers at your home but no noise. But, being myself, I was too lazy to go check in on them. So instead I stayed back in my room with the love of my life – my couch and my Netflix. 😎

But, as if this universe thought that having three kids is not enough exercise for me; my phone rang. Phone that was in another room. Why universe? Why?

Now, I had to stand and walk. Walk whole 10 steps, just to pick up a phone. Argg….

There in complete darkness on my room, was light coming from the bathroom. I tried to listen to sounds coming from there. It was some giggle and laughs.

And there were those three thieves…. don’t panic. Not actual thief but my very own personal thieves, my kids, who were stealing my makeup from my bathroom.

Tisha, was leading them. She was painting boys toe nails with my pink nail polish. She herself had some glimmering lip gloss all over her face. Everything was pink there.

Why everything was looking pink to me? Did my eyes get some pink in them?


It was my bathroom floor. Which looked like it just had a shower with pink color. To top it all, my pure white bathroom towels, were pink now, as if someone has tried to clean the bathroom’s pink stained floor with them. Cupboards with pink hand prints. Small devilish pink hands all over them. That was some Pink Storm!!

My kiddos? Well, they all were screaming, β€œGo away Mamma. We are playing”. πŸ‘Ώ

Tuesday Talkies – RIP Robin Williams – Genies don’t die

Today, I wanted to write about the movie I watched this weekend, but the moment I sat down to write, I heard the sad news of Robin Williams demise. Couldn’t write anything else now.

It feels unbelievable and shocking, how can a person who was making us laugh for decades, has suddenly gone away, leaving us in tears. Indeed it’s true, those who can make us smile are the same ones, who can make us cry too.

Wherever he is now, I wish that he will be happy and peaceful.

Genies don’t die, they just change their lamps. 😦