Tuesday, May 10, 2011

i watch K snooter around purposefully singing songs and just doing stuff and it amazes me every time how it is possible- and natural, and obvious- that she be growing up and already know things like there is a sky and the ceiling is not the sky but the outside-the-window-blueness is the sky, and there is a moon that is also chanda mama and a sun and stars. and that she wants to go to 'cool' and wants an apple lolly not an orange lolly. that she sings baa baa black sheep and lakri ki kaathi and is right now saying 'come amma come amma utho utho upar jaana hai' and when i ask her to do what she says 'cycle lainay' and i just told shamshad to wash her face while they were at it and K says 'no only amma dooit' and puts her small hand on my arm and looks up at me with her big brown eyes and it's all just too amazing, in the proper sense of the word. i am mazy and enchanted that she was in my belly kicking and sucking her thumb on the ultrasound and here she is, in her shorts and t-shirt and muggermuch faux-crocs, hanging out with me. and i can't wait for number two, who is right now identically the same loved-but-unknown little baby pushing muscularly against my skin and sinews, biding her time for just a while longer. and in a while i'll be looking at her and marveling at all the same things, again. how fantastic :)

Mina at 4:41 PM


Sunday, May 08, 2011

and would it help to hear him say there: there
is the mole i loved, the brow
i kissed, there is the moment

that i loved you most
knowing well how fleeting the moment
how transient the dusk
and how final the night


no it would not do at all

Mina at 6:42 PM


Friday, May 06, 2011

conversations. #322

k: amma, motorcycle hai?
me: (curious, not truthful) haan.
k: acha..phir main jaa rahi hoon.
me: kidhar jaogi?
k: wohhh...rahat bakery.
me: tum motorcycle peh rahat bakery jaa rahi ho?
k: haan.
me: okay.

Mina at 11:09 AM


N tells me that a prediliction for chomping ice indicates an iron deficiency. my haemoglobin IS a bit low, so perhaps she's right....but i've been chomping ice for months blithely thinking it was just a silly preggy thing and feeling indulgently amused at my eccentric self (i never get cravings for anything when i'm preggers so it was kind of exciting in a really boring way). chomping ice is a vile habit though, i never understood why my cousin would go into raptures over our ice dispenser in the fridge and then sit in a corner making awful khruunchh-khraaak slurping sounds chewing the ice up. NOW I KNOW. it is glorious. there is something visceral and a little violent and something thoroughly satisfying about chewing ice. not to mention thanda. aaahh. it's ridiculous. i'm an addict. even on iron twice a day, every day. even with a gala kharab and imminent zukaam lurking. the other day we made non-alcy frozen margaritas and it was an ice-chomping-khatti-drink-lover's dream come true. i want to make giant jugs of it with a giant pipe jaisa straw and live on them until winter comes. HAII :D

Mina at 11:02 AM