<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514113692346934496</id><updated>2012-01-10T11:46:21.778-05:00</updated><category term='Babies take us by surprise.'/><category term='melting words'/><category term='Songs and rhymes'/><category term='Wordology'/><category term='Lessons from child'/><category term='Favorites'/><category term='Words can&apos;t do justice to some memories'/><title type='text'>Smaller Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Of Rainbows; of Dollies; of faraway Kingdoms; of Magic
Of all things nice and wise under our Moon Stars and skies</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514113692346934496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Akila R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543395237601717587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4635/720/1600/162570/logo1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514113692346934496.post-4845628202562710457</id><published>2012-01-10T11:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:46:21.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melting words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies take us by surprise.'/><title type='text'>Best words to hear</title><content type='html'>Winter night. Boring sitcoms. Comforter warmth. Comes in a small figure to share the heat and to say 'Rombe happy yamma'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that. No reason for those words. It completely made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514113692346934496-4845628202562710457?l=smallerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4845628202562710457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-words-to-hear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514113692346934496/posts/default/4845628202562710457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514113692346934496/posts/default/4845628202562710457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-words-to-hear.html' title='Best words to hear'/><author><name>Akila R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543395237601717587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4635/720/1600/162570/logo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514113692346934496.post-7987892316183626330</id><published>2012-01-08T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:52:31.056-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs and rhymes'/><title type='text'>Skidamarink-a-doo</title><content type='html'>Skidamarink-a dink-a dink-a &lt;br /&gt;Skidamarink-a doo!&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;I love you in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I love you in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;And underneath the moon.&lt;br /&gt;Skidamarink-a dink-a dink-a &lt;br /&gt;Skidamarink-a doo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year to you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514113692346934496-7987892316183626330?l=smallerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7987892316183626330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/2012/01/skidamarink-doo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514113692346934496/posts/default/7987892316183626330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514113692346934496/posts/default/7987892316183626330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/2012/01/skidamarink-doo.html' title='Skidamarink-a-doo'/><author><name>Akila R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543395237601717587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4635/720/1600/162570/logo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514113692346934496.post-7611916745927716361</id><published>2011-12-10T14:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T15:03:32.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words can&apos;t do justice to some memories'/><title type='text'>A Wednesday from three years ago</title><content type='html'>It was 3 years ago and exactly on this day a father and daughter went hand-in-hand to know the secrets of the future. It was a long walk. And an even longer wait. And finally when it was announced the world started to look uniquely blurry yet rainbow-colored.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe it's been three years since that day. It seems like yesterday. The fact that I was expecting was surreal. All I knew at that point of 45 days of pregnancy was that it caused a lot of head-rush feeling and nausea. Other than that I felt no different than before. But the way my family treated me for those 3 days since I knew I was pregnant and until I got it confirmed was funny and truthfully a little over the top. I used to think c'mon it's just a blob. And then the scan appointment was made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting in the scan-place for the Sonographer,who was already two hours late, I felt for the first time that something special was happening in me. That could also be due to the fact that my bladder was more than full and bursting. But somehow it sunk in me that I could be a Mother soon. And while that was over-whelming enough, when the doctor, who perpetually had a serious grave look, called me in for the scan, I stood up and my knees were wobbly. That scared me and more than me everyone around me when I stumbled and almost hit the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not able to recollect fully how I felt form then on until the announcement. All I can think of was 'Why the liquid they just squirted on my lower belly so damn cold?' and 'Do people who wear hearing-aids tend to be loud and is that why the doctor was yelling out some random numbers from the monitor to be noted down by the assistant who appeared to have healthy hearing. ' and more than anything else I was hoping and praying that the scan would be over soon so that I can pee. The pressure on the stomach was more than  uncomfortable. In all these all-important wonderment I never realized that I had been so worried about the results and had my teeth clenched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So finally when the doctor removed the machine from my belly, instead of rushing out, as I ought to have, I lay still not even realizing the test was over. When he turned and noticed that I had not risen from my bed, he gave me a look (which I'm now sure was a kind look) and said '&lt;i&gt;Paapa ulla iruku. Nalla iruku. Heartbeat nalla iruku'&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I replayed those words in my mind a hundred times as I was getting dressed, as I refreshed and as I walked out to tell my dad who was looking like he had aged a lot during those 15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514113692346934496-7611916745927716361?l=smallerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7611916745927716361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/2011/12/wednesday-from-three-years-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514113692346934496/posts/default/7611916745927716361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514113692346934496/posts/default/7611916745927716361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/2011/12/wednesday-from-three-years-ago.html' title='A Wednesday from three years ago'/><author><name>Akila R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543395237601717587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4635/720/1600/162570/logo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514113692346934496.post-6279527978506950592</id><published>2011-12-02T20:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T20:24:57.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies take us by surprise.'/><title type='text'>Pleasant surprise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today, we, me and Smaller, were waiting for Appa to come home. It was almost dinner time. She suddenly looks up from her Rhymes CD and calls out to me saying ‘&lt;i&gt;Cho-th-tha podu&lt;/i&gt;’ (&lt;i&gt;ச்சோத்த போடு&lt;/i&gt; means give me food).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shocking on two accounts! One, she is voluntarily asking for food. Second, is her choice of her words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Really wondering where she picked up that phrase from. None in the family, that is me or him, use that. I’m having a hard time recollecting if anyone we met/ talked recently said something like that. Even if they did its surprising that she is able to use it in the right context.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She is growing up. God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; "&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514113692346934496-6279527978506950592?l=smallerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6279527978506950592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/2011/12/pleasant-surprise_02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514113692346934496/posts/default/6279527978506950592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514113692346934496/posts/default/6279527978506950592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/2011/12/pleasant-surprise_02.html' title='Pleasant surprise.'/><author><name>Akila R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543395237601717587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4635/720/1600/162570/logo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514113692346934496.post-1684047919012375603</id><published>2011-11-30T16:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T17:33:45.941-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies take us by surprise.'/><title type='text'>I wish I could see what you dream..,</title><content type='html'>I was picking and stowing stuff in their place around the house yesterday morning when I hear her stirring in her sleep. I peek into her room and I see her still on the verge of sleep and waking - the best time when babies look unbelievably adorable, ever more innocent. I open up the blinds a little and stand looking at her, looking at how the light plays on her hair and rosy cheeks, how she is uncoordinated-ly trying to find her small hands from under the many layers of tangled comforters and blankets to shield her eyes from the light winter light, at how gorgeous her face brightens with the smile of the slowly fading dream. Then she opens her eyes, that finds me promptly, smiles more widely (a moment which makes my entire day) and raise her hands signaling me to come to her. I go and lay beside her and she snuggles upto me and asks "&lt;i&gt;Cho-kil-t veedu engama?&lt;/i&gt;" (Where is the house of chocolate).&lt;div&gt;Really darling, I simply wish I could see what you dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514113692346934496-1684047919012375603?l=smallerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1684047919012375603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wish-i-could-see-what-you-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514113692346934496/posts/default/1684047919012375603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514113692346934496/posts/default/1684047919012375603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wish-i-could-see-what-you-dream.html' title='I wish I could see what you dream..,'/><author><name>Akila R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543395237601717587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4635/720/1600/162570/logo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514113692346934496.post-7937247252296914681</id><published>2011-11-23T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:10:34.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons from child'/><title type='text'>Wish I was so..,</title><content type='html'>A child can teach an adult three things:&lt;br /&gt;to be happy for no reason,&lt;br /&gt;to always be busy with something,&lt;br /&gt;and to know how to demand with all her might that which she desires - Paulo Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514113692346934496-7937247252296914681?l=smallerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7937247252296914681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/wish-i-was-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514113692346934496/posts/default/7937247252296914681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514113692346934496/posts/default/7937247252296914681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/wish-i-was-so.html' title='Wish I was so..,'/><author><name>Akila R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543395237601717587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4635/720/1600/162570/logo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6514113692346934496.post-5661790184507020249</id><published>2011-11-19T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:09:16.131-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordology'/><title type='text'>First words</title><content type='html'>Tha...tha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6514113692346934496-5661790184507020249?l=smallerstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5661790184507020249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514113692346934496/posts/default/5661790184507020249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6514113692346934496/posts/default/5661790184507020249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smallerstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-words.html' title='First words'/><author><name>Akila R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543395237601717587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4635/720/1600/162570/logo1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
