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Tag Archives: Ayah
If yesterday’s post was full of sadness from saying goodbye to much-loved teenagers, then today’s is about peace – in heart, mind and soul. We went to the local village, to Surola’s home for two meals – one at each of our ayah’s places … Continue reading
We had hoped to go to Dinajpur, our nearest city, last night. Our teenager daughter – lovingly referred to as Thing I in these pages – had asked that we take her and her school friends to the Chinese Restaurant in Dinajpur … Continue reading
As I was working in my bedroom-cum-office I became aware of voices coming from the ranna ghor, the kitchen. Two of them I knew to be Surola and Hiramone, our ayahs. Technically speaking, an ayah is a nanny and looks after the … Continue reading
Our ayahs have been insisting for weeks now that they wanted us to come to their family’s village a couple of hours drive from where we live at LAMB and have a meal there. Always one to want to go … Continue reading