A miracle

A friend of ours had a life threatening health condition and had been undergoing treatment. After a couple of months, the doctors gave her a month or two at most and asked her to enjoy the remaining of her life. She is a young lady with two kids and the second one only a year old. She was devastated. She couldn't control her tears and was sobbing outside the doctor's clinic. An Indian nurse was watching this and just then another doctor passed by. The nurse immediately came to my friend and asked her to go speak to that doctor. He was a visiting doctor and she mentioned that he was an expert in the field and urged my friend to go meet him. The friend had lost all hope by then, but because the nurse kept pushing her, she got an appointment with the doctor and met him. That was her life changing moment. He checked her and told her that he could try. Now after 3 months of treatment by him, she had her last operation yesterday and is living to tell us about it. I feel that God really spoke to my friend via the nurse. If not for her, we wouldn't have our friend with us.

A sweet...A surprise

It was supposed to be like a mysore bak. But when poured on a plate and allowed to cool, it became hard on top and a bit gooey in the middle. I had to place it in the fridge to be able to cut it into pieces. Hubby took a few pieces to his office ... I tried to make him take only the mysore bak other friends had given for Diwali, but that was not enough...so he took a few of these sweets too. I was not brave enough to take it to my office. Evening, hubby returns and says everyone enjoyed the sweet and wanted some more. I double checked with him to make sure he was not kidding. True to word, he took quite a few of those sweets to his office again (I still believe he did it so that I don't force it on him in the next few days!!!). He then called me from office and asked for the recipe. Seems no one in his office had heard about "7 cups" (lucky for me) and wanted to know the recipe. They thought the soft inside was the way the sweet was supposed to be. :)

Oh Daddy!!

That is how the little one calls his Daddy...with the sing-song tone. We first noted it when we had been to a restaurant after the diwali shopping. The kid started shouting at the top of his voice "Oh Daddy" when his Dad went to wash his hand. The whole restaurant was laughing at his antics. We were wondering from where he could have caught this, when my daughter told "Amma, it resembles the "Oh Doodle" in Mickey mouse club house. And that was it....it was the exact sing-song tone. So now we can say my son has started observing and using things he learns from the TV.

On another note, I like the way Diwali is celebrated in Singapore. The way the govt puts in the effort to light up the Little India area, the shows and concerts that are staged on a big stage near that area, the "Diwali fair", the colorful shops, sweets, crackers and everything that would remind you of the festival of lights. Its nice that there is a substantial Indian population in Singapore and the govt recognises them.

Dance baby Dance

Place and timing is not a problem...surroundings and the people staring is not an issue...its dance all the way! Walking, eating, playing is all a dance.

An airport is no different.

And then the 15 mins of Fame happened...Dancing for the Navarathiri festival in a temple.