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Anupama Vijayakumar

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2011-07-20

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A freelance content writer and mom to 6 year old Nachikaet, married to a wonderful person. Addicted to reading and scrribling down thoughts , queen of' ' to-do lists' and paraniod about driving. A stay at home mom by choice and an avid blogger also by choice!!!
Drop in at www.mom-of-all-trades.blogspot.com.

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As the name suggests this mommy tries out all things related to "being mommy" and lives to.. write about it at well. This blog is about the "spirit" of mother hood, the lighter side.. of parenting. online kiddie resources and much more...

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  • Our beacon light“St Josephs be our beacon light, in this wild and tempestuous night..Be our radiant, guiding star o’er life’s troubled seas, till dawns eternity”Some songs are so much a part of you, that the lyrics and the  melody  ...
  • Take a little time – a note to my son from my 11 year old self
    on Aug 5, 2016 in birthday growing up memories
    Dear Kanna,If you can stretch your imagination far enough to a time, when you were a figment of imagination yourself, you can see her sitting crossed leg on the floor. She is wearing a blue frock, the color of the summer sky seen through wisps of tat...
  • The language of God  As the car winds its way through the narrow roads of the quaint little village of Elangoor, sandwiched between layers of verdant greenery, spilling on to the sun dappled streets, my son is enthralled by the sheer beauty of the place. Loca...
  • A whiff of petrichorThere is something so incredibly heady and refreshing about the scent of freshly harvested mint, that makes you want to close your eyes and let it permeate your senses. It lingers long afterwards, clinging to the tip of your fingers and wafting past...
  • Becoming Real'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most o...
  • Becoming Real'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most o...
  • Like a mother
    on Jan 22, 2016 in dosa food memories mother moussaka
    One of the things I enjoy most during trips to my parent’s house, is the opportunity to ask exciting questions like “What are we having for breakfast today?” “Is that masala being prepared for tonight’s chicken curry?” or answer contented...
  • Softly falls the shiuli flowers
    on Nov 23, 2015 in aunt love tea
    It was a warm sunny day when I first arrived there; my aunt’s house, which would be my home for the next 10 months, while I completed a course and contemplated on my academic future. I remember that the clouds were scattered like white cotton candy...
  • Children Of a lesser god?I am so lucky; I am going to be part of a wonderful family. How do I know this, you ask? After all I’m just the size of a peapod, with only a tiny fingerprint to claim as my own; a three month old foetus nestled safely in the cosy confines of my ma...
  • The memory keepers
    on Sep 11, 2015 in ageing grandmother growing old memories
    "Has my aunt come?” she enquires. I notice a rare glint of excitement in her eyes. Trying not to show the rising panic in me, I reply in an almost bored voice, as if she has asked me what the time is. “Ammumma*, we are in Chennai, at my hous...
  • To see in colour again
    on Jul 17, 2015 in grandfather nokia 3330
    We meet almost every afternoon, when the unforgiving heat shrouds us like a thick blanket. He arrives before me, most of the time and would already be seated in the colorful plastic chairs lined in the school’s waiting area. Every da...
  • Double digits
    on Jun 29, 2015 in birthday childhood memories
    I remember, that I forgot to ask the kindly doctor who helped bring you safely into this world, whether you were a boy or a girl. What I did remember to do through the thick haze of pain and drowsiness, was to count your toes and fingers; brushing my...
  • This time,theremom's lovely garden25/04/15; 8:00 am: My sister and I sit in the little patio in my mother’s house, which looks out to the garden, with its emerald green grass dappled with buttery golden morning sunlight, sipping tea and chatting. Ammumma my grand...
  • A bit of summer, pickled and preserved
    on May 13, 2015 in childhood memories cousins fun summer
    “Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.” ― L.M. Montgomery, The Story GirlI am standing in the vast courtyard lined with sun warmed brick tiles, the warmth seeping into my bare feet. It is late evening and a gentle breeze...
  • Twinned for life
    on Apr 17, 2015 in childhood friends friendship twins
    I don’t have the faintest recollection of ‘meeting’ the twins; just like I don’t remember ‘meeting’ my sister or cousins. They were always there, an integral part of my growing up years. They were my first friends, I suspect my sister’s...
  • Where are you, Shyamala amma?
    on Apr 9, 2015 in amma childhood memories mother
    I haven’t seen her in quite a while; my mother. My sister and I call her Shyamala amma; calling her plain amma did not seem to do her justice. You cannot miss my Shyamala amma in a crowd; she is strikingly beautiful with her long ebony black hair w...
  • Happy birthday(s) to you!
    on Apr 4, 2015 in birthday sadya stars
    Growing up, I always assumed that everyone had two birthdays; a legitimate date of birth (cake cutting) birthday and a nakshatram* (payasam drinking) birthday, with questionable levels of legitimacy. In my part of the world, stars are a force to reck...
  • A letter to my childhood homeIt must be blistering hot right now, the unforgiving heat beating down and coating the skin like melted jaggery. The frangipani flowers in the front garden, scenting the air with their heady fragrance. Do you remember how we used to swing on the crea...
  • Not daddy’s girls
    on Jan 24, 2015 in achan father grandfather parents
    My sister and I were never ‘daddy’s little girls', in the strict sense of the word. We were never overtly pampered nor was bratty behavior encouraged. Add captionHe was not one of those dads who would swoop us off our feet and whirl us around, so...
  • Kindred spiritsI recently came across 'my stash ' of “Anne of Green gables” series by L.M. Montgomery. I was introduced to it in class 7. The story is set in Prince Edward Island in Canada and tells the story of an orphan girl Anne. Fiery and independent, the r...
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