Even before Kavya was able to properly form words, one of her favourite things to do in the City was have conversations. Planes. Cars. Trains. Buses. Shops. Restaurants. Strangers. Family. Friends. Dogs. Furniture. It ‘s all the same to her. As long as she isn’t busy. Now she can convey complex thoughts like, “Papa, you told me you would bake me chocolate-chip cookies and give me five chips to eat before, but you only gave me four.” New Yorkers, Jerseyites, Californians. Nobody is safe from her wrath.
Denying Disney: Why I Resisted Our Turkey Day Trip
I don’t mean to be Scrooge. Really, I don’t. But the timing was never right for me on Disney. Not then. Not now. When Meena, Tarun and I were young, we’d beg to go. Dopey the Dwarf was my favorite…
Date Night in Union Square, Where We Discover the Lost Art of Sitting Down and Doing Nothing
Whenever we’ve had the occasional date night, it’s usually been for some specific event in the City, and it’s always family we trust who has watched Kavya: her Massi in Manhattan. Sona’s parents in New Jersey. So when Sona bought…
Photo Friday Nature Watch: Two Little Water Monkeys Splashing Around . . .
Back in 2007, before we began ishqinabackpack, me and Sona went to Mexico for our first honeymoon. We were in Puebla, a region famous for its tile mosaics, chocolate, and epic mole sauce. We spent the mornings learning to make…
Pumpkin Scones and Pajamas: Sona’s Bed-In Birthday!
When me and Sona were backpacking in India during our six-month honeymoon in India, one of the funnest (it’s a word) places we visited was Diu, in Gujarat. Not because there was anything particularly exciting about it, nor was the food…
Foto Friday: Lucy, the Elephant’s Bum Everyone!
Over the summer, we were driving up to Atlantic City one weekend to go hang out at the beach and eat some epic Pho when Kavya started talking about bottoms. I don’t know what they’re teaching her at this daycare…
