Books, finances and an appalled ten-year-old
My ten-year-old (TYO) has, in the past year, developed a healthy concern for understanding finances. It has resulted in a rather conscientious spender. However, it does lead to funny conversations. Most nights, bed time is the moment when my children remember all the...
Mosquito and mice poetry and why you must keep writing
In 2010 I wrote a bunch of poems, collectively titled Tadpoles On My Toes and Other Experiences of a City-fied Kid. My first book Icky, Yucky, Mucky! wasn't even published back then. The collection of poems centres around the thoughts, experiences and interactions...
The joy of home turf
There is something special about reading in a familiar space, on a familiar platform - home turf, if I may. My reading this Saturday at Kitab Khana bookstore as a part of the Children's Literature section of the Kala Ghodha Arts Festival was one such. With the...
To Squiggle with love
My kids took all of nine months. Squiggle was four years in the making. From sleepless nights with a fuzzy idea about what I wanted to write, to not quite knowing how. From sheafs of paper lying crumpled on the floor, to post-its that got shuffled around each day....
A swishfizzing Saturday at Bookaroo
Swishfizzing Saturday. Snadoodly Saturday. Superbilify Saturday. I had, what I can say without doubt, the most fun I have ever had at readings last Saturday at the Bookaroo children's literature festival in Delhi. Bookaroo is above all a wonderful time to catch up...
To whom do you dedicate a book on thumb sucking?
There is something about dedications in books. Even before I published a book, I never skipped reading the dedications that start off a book. It is that little glimpse into the author's emotions, thought process... their voice - a glimpse into their real life,...