Two pairs of siblings, spanning three generations, all piled on to the famous big bed that is constantly host to different people. My mother and her brother (the Chhota Nana) and my two babies, all sleeping around each other. In their own way each set has taught me something about sibling love. Now all I need to do is wait till December and see if Tambi and I can squeeze in somewhere in between to complete this picture!
The other day a friend dropped by simply to sleep at our place because it was ‘peaceful’. And with that he stretched out on our couch, threw all the cushions off, covered his head and slept peacefully while other friends who were over chatted over cups of tea and the kids ran around the living room talking in stage whispers. Hmmm… that felt nice.
PS: He also introduced me to a desi band called Junkyard Groove that I have a feeling you guys might like. I missed their last gig and I will not make that mistake again.