Reading the title let no one think I'm here preaching religion or spiritual stuff... I merely talk of the more mundane stuff of a household. Before you make me out to be the poster girl of family matters let me admit I’m quite clueless about all these things...But I wonder if you guys have anything you do as a family every day?

All members together doing something as a family and here, eating at the dining table watching TV is not what I'm calling a ritual. But, an act done with the sole purpose of bonding with your loved ones. In my house I have tried many of the stuff I heard or read and even watched on TV and somehow things never became a habit.

We begin something and soon end up losing our way and finally it’s another drill given up much before it took root within. However, we have embarked on a new one now and its plain old Yoga and meditation (TM Transcendental Meditation, the Beatles will vouch by it) with our first-born between us. The younger one will eventually follow as soon as we decide this is something forever.

Watching our first-born teeter and totter doing the Asanas fill the two of us with glee and we with our stiff morning bodies are encouraged to do more. By the way the lit scented candles gifted by our own Misty and family add to the ambience. A ritual finally forever I believe we have made.

The meditation bit I must admit my hubby is better at and we are watching our lil guy emulate us. My mind wanders all the time as I focus but feel, a certain calm as the days go. I also want to thank another blogger friend for encouraging me to take up 5 minutes of mediation.

Holidays are done it was fun and everyone’s re-charged and by the way a little bit of shopping nearly got me in a spot of trouble. I got two Hi-Design bags for a steal for 800 rupees only, thank you and there I was skipping along with my kids and hubby with a grin even Garfield can beat all set to shop more at Fab India, when a little while later…

I forgot my new bags at the back of the auto rickshaw we got in. My hubby immediately gave me a long speech and ran behind the auto but to no avail. The brats holding my hands on either side pitched in “Are you going to cry now?” and “Don’t worry you can have my money”! Also- “How much did it cost?” and “Dad may say things but don’t worry” and so on.

Luckily, the guys at Fab India - good resourceful people they are, took my hubby on a bike to the auto stand where the auto driver was waiting with my precious bags! Phew! Hubby was back with me with a smile and I immediately agreed to go to the restaurant he picked("Rendevous" will have to be next time) and we both ended up shopping with a vengeance at Fab India in gratitude.

By the way, the brats were singing a new tune now from either side – “You have to be more careful, poor Dad had to run so much” and “He must be tired with all this and you must give him a leg massage tonight!”
I’m happy to report humble me did their bidding and the bags are wonderful btw!