My Life, A Cocktail

There is no shame in being a mother. All mothers out there probably know what I am talking about. From the day our little babies are born, albeit the cord is cut, it persists. And it has changed us, thoroughly and completely. We will yell out without a care in the world to show off our pride for every single of his or her achievement. We will cry bucket load of tears like no one’s watching when they leave for a field trip for a few days. We will get ourselves in the most embarrassing of situations for their sake. For some of us, it comes naturally. For some of us, we learn with time and perhaps a bit of practice. Regardless, we all get there. So for all you mothers out there, be yourself. Trust your instincts. Who cares what anyone thinks anyways, as long as our little babies are safe and happy.

I have been busy. Between my daughter and work, there’s really not much time left in the day or week or month. The work week has been simply draining. Weekends have been passing by at the blink of an eye. So this time around, Diwali came and it did not make much of an impact. I knew in my head it was the most important festival of the year, and yet there wasn’t anything special that I had planned to do, outside of reciprocating to the numerous wishes from family and friends. Something inside tugged at me. This did not feel right. Although we had a family party planned for the weekend, the fact that the Diwali day would just pass mundanely was unacceptable. I decided to check out a few food blogs to get inspired. It was going to be hard I knew, there wasn’t much in my pantry and I wasn’t going shopping, we had cut down our sugar intake to bare minimum over recent times and of course, I was pressed for time. How could I possibly find something yummy to whip up that was actually