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Silent Sunday – Cricket Yesterday with Abhishek Singh

Abhishek Singh, Abhishek Singh USA, Abhishek Singh Sultanpur
Abhishek Singh(hubby) and Jyoti Singh (Me)

Frolic Friday – Kids Are Smart Enough To Fool Me


Kids Are Smart Enough To Fool Me
Kids Are Smart Enough To Fool Me


We wait to hear our kids speak, and everytime they do, theyΒ  mesmerize us with their innocent words. But just wait till they are smart enough to manipulate you with their cute looks and smart words. πŸ˜›

Two days back when my hubby was trying to make kids sleep, Renne was not in the mood to give up easily. He was looking for every reason or shall I say, every distraction, for not sleeping.

Renne: I want a Pillow.

Before you read further, try to say “I want a Pillow”, the way a two year old will say, just five times faster. Yeah, that’s how Renne speak. He do everything fast. Runs faster, eats faster and speaks much more faster.

So, instead of hearing β€œI want a Pillow”, you will hear β€œI wn plw”. :O I know it’s not much understandable. And yes, I can make sense of it. Occasionally though. πŸ˜›

Coming Back to our post.

Renne: I want a Pillow. (screaming at least 10 times, in one breath)

Papa: What? What do you want? (point to note, he didn’t understand Renne, no matter how much he will deny this fact after reading my post)

Renne: Pillow. I want Pillow.

Papa: I can’t understand you. What do you want?

Renne: PILLOW.

Papa: WHAT?


Renne irritated, showing anger to his Papa.

Papa: Tisha, what does he want? I can’t understand him. (asking help from our three year old daughter Tisha)

Tisha: He wants Pillow, Papa. (Laughing at Papa… lol) πŸ˜€

Papa: Oh My God. Thank You Tisha. What will I do without you. (hands over a pillow to Renne. Matter resolved) πŸ™‚

Now, this is not the real story, and if you are wondering what I was doing this whole time? I was pretending to sleep. So mean, right? πŸ˜€


Next day, when I was relaxing in my balcony, with a cold coffee, and a book to read, Renne took it to himself for disturbing my peace and quiet time.

Renne: Mamma, I want Jacket.

I understood him completely, but I was in no mood to leave my comfortable chair and ice cold coffee, to go get a jacket. Even more, because it was so hot, what would he want a jacket for? So, I said….


Me: What? I can’t understand you.

Renne: I want jacket, mamma.

Me: I am not able to understand you, Renne. What do you want?

Renne: Jacket. I want a Jacket. (shouting now)

Me: Go play baby. I can not understand you.

Renne: JACKET.

Me: Tisha, what is Renne saying? I am not able to understand him. (just to distract him)

Renne, looked over at Tisha, with his desperate looking eyes, as if asking for help.


Tisha: Hmm…. (a long pause after thinking a lot), Chocolate.

Me: WHAT? (surprised)

Tisha: Mamma, Renne wants chocolate.


Renne: Yes Mamma. I want Chocolate. πŸ˜€


All three kids shouting now, in unity. We Want Chocolate.




Thursday Treats – Black n White Cap

Black n White Cap
Black n White Cap
  • Black is either absence or complete absorption of light/color?
  • Black is considered color of exuding power as it hides everything and thus control others.
  • People who like black are considered conventional, conservative and serious.
  • Most fascinating association that Black has made so far, is with Devil. Black is considered the color of Evil.

These were some of the facts about Color Black. Enjoy them, along with my crocheted Black n White Cap. πŸ˜›

P.S. See more of my Crochet Experiments here…

Dealing With Writer’s Block

Dealing With Writer's Block
Dealing With Writer’s Block

Writer’s Block is when you are stuck and not have any thing good to write about. What I am dealing with is somewhat different. I have so much to write about, that I am not able to figure out what to pick next for writing.

It’s like whenever I sit down to write something, normally I would have visualized the starting content by then, but today, the moment I start writing, my mind goes blank. Totally Blank. Not even a sentence or a word.

Dealing With Writer's Block
Dealing With Writer’s Block

Instant I will leave my writing table and would stand up to do some other work (mostly to settle down a intensive fighting session between my kids), ideas will start flowing, along with that visualization thing I told you about. :O

At first I thought, let’s start writing standing up. Maybe, I am sitting for writing that is why I am not able to write (weird right!!!). I was so wrong. It didn’t help. I even tried it lying down, took a nap instead (all thanks to kid for rescuing me from a peaceful sleep πŸ˜› ).

Then I thought of writing down something on paper, and not on my laptop. I have heard that some still prefer to write using Paper and Pen. How cute? I also loved writing this way, when I was a kid. Not anymore, it’s just a hassle to upload it or transfer it to blog later.

Dealing With Writer's Block

Still, I decided to write on paper. First thing, where is that damn Paper? I have to go through my Kids stationary and bags to find one piece of nice Paper. Working pens?? when was the last time I saw a god working pen? Oh, my husband has stacked all the pens high in cupboard, so that kids won’t get hold of them. I don’t understand, Why my kids are blamed for everything that goes wrong in my house? What do they have to do with breaking of pens?

Dealing With Writer's Block

We will discuss Kids problems later, first I have to find out a pen. So, my hubby has stacked them up high, so high that I have to get help from my elegant yet fatty and quite heavy Chair, to reach the Pens. Got them, finally!!!

1 minute, 2, 5 minutes… almost 10 minutes…. No, I can sit that long without doing nothing. Scrap it. I am not writing anything now. My inner voice is so angry now. Shouting and screaming (only inner voice, not me, not my fault).

Dealing With Writer's Block

Then I got this brilliant idea. Let’s write about, why I am not able to write? Or, what I am going through? Cool!!!!

Don’t curse me. Yeah, I know I have disappointed you with all my blabbering, but I enjoyed it. It’s fun to write about ones frustration. LOL…. why did I use the frustration word πŸ˜›



When We Decided To Get Married, Again


When We Decided To Get Married, Again
When We Decided To Get Married, Again

What does it feel like to have your dreams come true? Dreams that you very well know will look too weird now, if they will come true.

I was going through the same emotions when I was standing in the Church, wearing a white gorgeous dress, with a new Ring in my fingers and my hand being held by love of my life, my hubby. I had three little pair of hands too, clutching my dress tightly, at the bottom.

It’s just happen that I have a very spontaneous husband. He is romantic in his very own way. So, we were just enjoying our cup of tea, lying on our couch, watching a news show or a cartoon (I don’t remember that part exactly), when he said β€œI love you, yaar. Will you marry me again?”

When We Decided To Get Married, Again
We in front of state building

I laughed and laughed till he has almost asked me a hundredth time β€œI am serious. Tell me, if you will get a chance, will you marry me again”?

β€œYes. Yes, off-course yes. I want to marry you again and again, but I am already married to you.” I said, still laughing.

That’s it. End of discussion. Atleast that’s what I thought.

Next day, he came all cheery and smiling from his office (actually, he daily came cheering and smiling), and handed me some pamphlets and books, from Church.

β€œ I have booked it.” he said proudly, still grinning from one ear to another.

Me β€œWhaaaattttttt”?

Can you expect any other reaction? Just to clarify, we have been married now for almost five years, and have three beautiful kids too.

When We Decided To Get Married, Again
Church in it’s grandeur

He has booked the church, talked to the priest/father, and finalized day and date, which was actually just two days away. (Just TWO Days)

How could you do this? How are we going to manage? What are you thinking? Are you out of your mind? Believe me, what I said was much more than just these questions. πŸ˜›

He has even selected the clothes. Took me to a beautiful wedding store, picked out the wedding bridal gown (I loved it by the way). We nailed down some little tuxedos for our twin boys Otu and Renne, and one little white princess gown for Tisha. Every accessory, including rings. All in a day. Because next day was Wedding day.

Invited everyone by phone. Didn’t even had the list. So invited whoever came to mind. Then and there. Done.

When We Decided To Get Married, Again
Tisha and me in Capitol’s garden

Next day, or shall I say, The Wedding Day, I was panicking, nothing unusual about it. Hubby was relaxed. Friends were sorting out everything, from flowers to cake, everyone was rushing, except my hubby.

How could he be so relaxed? I was almost sure that all of this could have been a Big Prank, that he is playing on me. I was already preparing my hate speech which I would have delivered after the great unveiling of this prank.

Just then, a big black and white Limousine stopped in front of our home, and finally all the sense started sinking into me. Yes, this is happening. Really happening. I am about to get married again. My Marriage day.

When We Decided To Get Married, Again
We at State Building

We landed in our big long Limo, stepped in the Church, surrounded by all the friends and well wishers. Being blessed for a Happy Married life ahead, we exchanged our blessed Rings, and took vows, again to love each other for the rest of our lives.

When We Decided To Get Married, Again
Our Beautiful Church

Whole thing was so beautifully arranged, all thanks to hubby and his friends. Had a grand reception at an Indian restaurant and cut the cake, which was also for our Birthday, falling on the same day.

This wedding, we enjoyed it, I was less nervous and with the company of my three kids, I was on cloud nine, still am. πŸ˜€

Sometimes, there are small small things in life which makes up for a happy day, and sometimes, a big gesture by your loved one is enough to make you smile and cherish it for the rest of your life.

When We Decided To Get Married, Again
Happy happy we πŸ™‚

Love you Abhishek Singh,forever.