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The whole world of new mothers seem to be logged on to at least 4 of the zillion parenting websites and have bought at least 2 of the many parenting/baby milestone books. Not to say I ridicule any of them- I have done so myself. All of them proclaim "let your baby explore" - and they have me mighty confused for mine insists on exploring the dirtiest or the most dangerous of things/places... bathroom floors, the underside of a tap, the dustbin, the stove, plug points... and the same books proclaim "these things are normal". While I cannot confine her exploring and discovering to anything hygienic and safe, I can at least get her immune to chaat germs and loud music.

Destination 1: the beach
It was too dark to get her into the water but the bright red blinking horns and flying discus were good enough. Next time aound- molaga bajji and butta.

Destination 2: Art Gallery
(Art appreciation is closely linked to EQ)
 uhmmm...she fell asleep!

Destination 3: A2B on NH7
The chaat looked yum. The mango rice looked better. The fried rice smelled just right. Time to soil the diaper "Amma. eat later. Change my diaper now."

Destination 4: Madurai Meenakshi temple
(Our second attempt at art appreciation and of course divine grace)
Meenakshi wore a parrot green sari, decked in gold from her crown to her parrot, a glittering nose ring catching the light of the lamp as the Vadiyar offered her the holy camphor. Lamps lit her Garba griha and every devotee experienced such a divine peace emanating from the sanctum sanctorum.... Saharsra's fascination for the South Indian Belly (every vadiyar is blessed with one in any south indian temple) and the bright sari the aunty next to her wore remained the highlights for her!

Destination 5: Shopping arcade
A pedestal fan that is so powerful that the wind lifts her off her feet..what excitement!

Destination 6: Wedding
The Nadaswaram and the Tavil were deafening. Not to mention that "Kurai onrum Illai" and "Maalai mathinal" sounded pretty much the same. But who cares, the noise is so amusing. She even loved the not-so-clean Tavil cover. "Tavil mama, can I take this with me?!"

The book suggests that children learn a lot from different experiences. But is what she makes of it that teaches us a zillion new, cheerful things everyday.


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