From hypodermic to knitting needles—with some sewing and crocheting thrown in!! Malasrikant welcomes you to the blog which is all about choosing, living and celebrating change. Change choices include the usual big ones—location, vocation, family status, spoken language, dress code, social circles. It’s the small, tiny change choices which keep bombing my mind, keep me alive and keep me marvelling at the miracle of life.

Friday 23 September 2016

Another one bites the dust

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That KAL project drew to a close…. I knitted a smart lemon-grass  I-cord border on the sleeves… I basted the raglan line of the sleeves, and stitched the sleeve seam… And then, I tried on the cardigan and looked at the mirror. What stared back at me was all wrong–completely, horribly wrong. The sleeves were […]

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Thursday 15 September 2016

spoilt for choice

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September is the neither-here-nor-there-month of the mountains. Its not the monsoons, since a week of blue skies and sunny forests has slipped by. Its not winter, but I need a woollen cap, socks and a quilt at night. Today morning began with sun and warmth, moved into grey bleak skies by noon, and now, we have […]

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Monday 12 September 2016

Progress on that KAL

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Started a month ago… kept aside for puppy love, puppy madness and puppy grief..picked up again for routine, watching evening TV, planning the online store…getting zapped at the progress, at the fact that I am running out of yarn, that I am knitting a jacket? cardigan? something nice?! So here, dear readers, on a cool, […]

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Horse chestnut trees, Pangar in local dialect, are Nature’s poster trees for the seasons. Stark, bare twigs for winter, Ruby red and mauve foliage for spring, Dense green and brown polka dots for monsoon, Flaming gold for autumn. The kitchen window frames an old, elegant Pangar tree. The first cup of tea, the first peep […]

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Sunday 4 September 2016

The Grief Gratitude Salad

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Four mornings have gone past…The grey dawn light has missed that tiny golden bundle of Luchi curled up on my pillow. It also missed watching me wake up and run out for the morning walk. Instead, it would see a gently snoring mass of black curls beside a gently snoring heap of me. Sleep comes […]

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Wednesday 31 August 2016

Her day

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It began like any other day of her little 150 day old life….the first grey light of dawn peeped in to find her snuggled against my neck, gentle nibbling of my ear lobe “hey, its morning and we cant waste a single moment sleeping now! time to scratch my tummy before the bladder bursts!’. I […]

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Saturday 20 August 2016

Knit Along Project ( KAL)

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Saturday morning…a very quiet morning…Luchi adds her special sparks of mad bites and yelps, but the house sinks back to calm slumber, even while I gather my thoughts for today. After a week of girls and chatter and food and laughter and drives and slumber, we are back to the four of us..two canines and […]

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Saturday 13 August 2016

A break from knitting

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In the decades long past, when The Writer was living in a hot desert country, and when she would sneer and smirk at all things hand-knitted, a different craft had grabbed her heart and held her enthralled for many years. Through the challenging times of living in a tiny desert village, going through a long divorce , […]

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Saturday 6 August 2016

The last button, the first sneeze

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Gigantic, loud, window-pane rattling sneezing is a paternal gene component of me. When Baba sneezed, we ran for cover–when I sneeze, the dogs jolt up from deep slumber, the walls shake and shiver, and hot ginger tea comes up from the flat on the lower floor. Before I dissolve into a puddle of sneezy material, […]

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Tuesday 2 August 2016

The Knitting Genes are Alive and Well

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I look up from the laptop screen and she smiles down at me, from this picture hanging above my table. A formal pose, with my brother and me perched on a table, covered with a green, maroon and white woven table-cloth. I have seen this table-cloth in my parents home, bright and good looking, even […]

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