Birthday Musings !

Li’l U turned 5 this year. It took me some time to believe that the little helpless creature who my husband said looked like Winston Churchill, has finally broken out of the chrysalis into a thinking, talking, and expressive person! True to tradition, I looked through old albums, shed some emotional Mama tears and wondered where time had flown. Any further emotional hysterics was cut short at the thought of the impending birthday party!

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Something Else – A Poignant Tale Of Friendship And Acceptance

January is a magical month. As the year unfolds with new promises, January is the month for reflection, acceptance and embracing newness. In tune with these emotions, Little U and I revisited Something Else, a children’s picture book written by Kathryn Cave and illustrated by Chris Riddell. Something Else was awarded the UNESCO prize for Children’s and Young People’s Literature.

Something Else is important in the world we inhabit these days, a message of friendship, love, tolerance and acceptance. A book to read with your child this month !

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integrating craft with curriculum

Remember your craft classes from school ? I do. Some of them were directionless. A rare few were interesting and enabled learning a new skill. Is there an inherent flaw in the way craft is taught in our schools ? Why does the curriculum view craft/art as a subject that works in isolation? Why can’t craft be integrated into teaching  subjects like mathematics, history or even science ? Various studies have proven that children learn best when they do things. Using your hands to create is possibly the best way to learn concepts and remember them for life.
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crafting fathers

Parenting has evolved to a large degree. Tasks and activities are no longer gender determined and it’s a change that is both refreshing and required these days. Take a look at how crafting can be a way to bring out the best from dads and kids alike

the colours within

My treasures were stored in containers of all sizes and shapes. I vividly remember these years, but most of all I remember the colours in these memories. My marbles were stored in an old red ice bucket. My bus tickets were stored in an aluminum suitcase. My lottery tickets were stored in a tattered faux leather pouch. I could spend endless hours sorting my tamarind seeds in my yellow Frisbee. When we stayed at JNU in Delhi with my father’s friends I began collecting the crab-eye seeds (kunnikuru). I was dutifully carried around on shoulders and dropped off under the tree to pick my fill of seeds, which I carried back home to my delight. Where was this journey of obsessive collection leading to? My tiny 8 year old mind never thought that far….