Small joys have their own pains.You cannot reach the top of a hill and luxuriate in the picturesque scenery around, without a little bit of sweat perspired on your hike. So when you are expecting your baby with a lot of woven dreams, you cannot help but face a bit of pesky troubles b'fore you receive your bundle of joy in your hands.
When the so called morning sickness became more like a whole day sickness, and making daily dishes or even entering the kitchen with out the nagging nausea became impossible, I was quite up the creek. It's needless to say I couldn't satisfy the greedy guts of my son or his father nor could I keep my good humour up.What's more.. the jack fruits and mangoes which grew in India (plucked fresh from the trees and not exported) tempted me like never before. And I longed for the luxury of not having to prepare everything by myself and just eat the yummy dishes mom prepared, when she calls, “grub’s up”. You would have guessed by now the reason for my quite sudden disappearance from the blogosphere as if into thin air. Well, I am happy to be back, though I cannot promise a post in every alternate days.