New Beginnings!!

Hello and welcome to a new look for Taraville.

There are many new things to welcome actually.

We are in a new city - Mumbai, that city with many labels (maximum, never sleeps, of dreams and so on) - where we have just relocated, from Delhi, that wonderful wide-roaded, sweltering, stunning-in-winter, city of extremes which is now part of our sweet memories.
(Tara is loving it, but we'll get to that later).

Tara is new at the playgroup she has recently joined.
I am 'starting afresh' in this city and exploring the many different avenues open to me to pursue. I am also reviving this blog anew after a break of almost eight months. A sense of new-ness surrounds us. It is both delicious and sharp like...hmm, like vinegar-soaked ginger.

I am not sure how to unfurl the quilt of events that have accumulated over the last many months. When I look back at this blog I realise that I have forgotten about the time when Tara had no neck control or couldn't crawl or did not know how to (or would not) eat! Within one year, things have changed INCREDIBLY. Tara is a real "little person" now. She listens, understands, loves, kisses, demands, complains, communicates, goodness even EATS (we never thought we would see the day). She is now one year and three months old.









Tara's first birthday was celebrated with family and friends at the Country Club in Sainik Farms and saw her in a pretty hat cutting a cake filled with coloured candied stars and kissing three handsome young boys (who rushed about blushing in embarassment afterwards). She discovered the joy of balloons on this occasion - and the deeper life lesson that balloons have a propensity to burst unexpectedly! Here she is at her party.




The first birthday as they say, is less for the child than it is for the adults! To some extent that is true (although Tara had a ball). And as Tara was tucked into bed after the party, the party continued for her parents and friends outside on the terrace as we raised a toast (and then some) to congratulate ourselves for making it through the first year of sleep deprivation and new kind of chaos in our lives. The end of the first year marked a closure of many many teething troubles of being new to parenthood and the beginning of forgetting those days. Cheers to us all!