tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56791550899467649382024-03-13T04:17:42.567-07:00ಸಾನ್ವಿ ಜೊತೆಯಲಿ..(Together with Saanvi)ಮುದ್ದು ಮಗಳ ಪುಟ್ಟ ಪುಟ್ಟ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಗಳುಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.comBlogger105125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-51359978904027645562023-05-22T16:46:00.001-07:002023-05-22T16:46:22.556-07:00Optimism<p>In the haste of a new year, so much may be forgotten & so much will be brought</p><p>Winter fell, spring rushed and now summer's dawn is nearer than it ought </p><p>Oh, theres a smooth hustle and bustle in every moment</p><p>With sparks running across young and giddy shoulders, flying through minds</p><p>As we remember what is yet to come for us</p><p>Sweet and Pleasant Remembrance of what Yesterday's treasure presented </p><p>Past and Present working together, a beautiful course</p><p>Indeed, it is always said that from the clouds, comes a ray</p><p>So, impatiently, we may wait for our sunny day</p><p>So when it comes, and comes it will</p><p>We feel the free and freeing chill </p><p>For, in all of the seasons, careless bringings</p><p>Comes the most sweet of all singings</p><p>Optimism</p>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-48409607323192012642023-05-22T16:31:00.000-07:002023-05-22T16:31:58.611-07:00T'was Naught but Rain<p style="text-align: center;"> e<span>vening drops</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">the bright sky sheds</p><p style="text-align: center;">sleepy clambering into bed</p><p style="text-align: center;">the darkness is peaceful</p><p style="text-align: center;">but there obviously might</p><p style="text-align: center;">be a need for </p><p style="text-align: center;">a nightlight</p>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-50024319992938153562022-09-24T21:57:00.002-07:002022-09-24T21:57:33.515-07:00the symphony of a school<p style="text-align: left;"> School</p><p>The buildings are flooded</p><p>Youth and change</p><p>Minds are growing</p><p>In different ways</p><p>Imaginary music</p><p>floods the halls</p><p>for there is no greater orchestra</p><p>than within middle school walls!</p><p>With all the change</p><p>And the excitement about</p><p>Grades</p><p>Friends</p><p>Teachers</p><p>so much to shout!</p><p>the rush is all but a frenzy</p><p>so hear me out</p><p>pause it all</p><p>run with the rain</p><p>even if it might not halt its fall </p>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-28188235500570735142022-09-23T00:05:00.000-07:002022-09-23T00:05:21.480-07:00Autumnal Feelings<p style="text-align: center;"> Autumnal Feelings</p><p style="text-align: center;">"The seasons will change," I explain</p><p style="text-align: center;">As the leaf drifts away from its summer home</p><p style="text-align: center;">It shan't feel pain</p><p style="text-align: center;">It lays on the ground waiting for...</p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Someone</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span> Anyone</span><br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><b><span> </span><span> Someone</span></b><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span>Or it waits for the wind to carry it</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span>As we exclaim, "there she blows!"</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span>But wait, who goes?</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span>A child- a baby- with the cheerful smiles</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span>And the active, wiggling toes</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span>He picks up the leaf and runs steadfast</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">To place his special leaf for everyone to glance</p><p style="text-align: center;">The leaf feels nothing but important joy</p><p style="text-align: center;">For it was deemed important by an autumn boy</p><p style="text-align: center;">Happy First Day of Autumn!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Dedicated to little brother!</p>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-26972897672036934002022-09-21T23:57:00.006-07:002022-09-21T23:57:54.748-07:00Summer Wind<p style="text-align: center;"> <b>Summer Wind</b></p><p style="text-align: center;">Summer Winds Down</p><p style="text-align: center;">Into Autumn Breeze</p><p style="text-align: center;">Did summer really rush as fast as the hum of a bee?</p><p style="text-align: center;">Did it pass like the lull of a slow leaf's fall?</p><p style="text-align: center;">All seasons change and pass</p><p style="text-align: center;">Even the most memorable of them all</p><p style="text-align: center;">Autumnal days wind over the summer haze </p><p style="text-align: center;">Hath school days wind upon</p><p style="text-align: center;">Crinkly Colorful Leaves carpet the front lawn</p><p style="text-align: center;">The sun dies down</p><p style="text-align: center;">The grass loses its green</p><p style="text-align: center;">Our majestic Summer King has given up the throne;</p><p style="text-align: center;">All hail our Autumn Queen!</p>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-44401703784910750132022-04-22T11:08:00.004-07:002022-04-22T11:08:41.108-07:00Earth Day!<p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> We all know our planet is in terrible state<br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> We all fear what could be our fate </span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span>So today, on Earth day, we can do a few things and so much more!</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> For, our Planet humbly implores:</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> <i>Can everyday be Earth Day?</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><i> </i>Please don't say nay!<br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> We can still save the day!</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> For the sake of the present and the newer years.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span>We need to improve our fate and face our Earth's fears. </span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Recyle! Plant trees! Pick up trash!</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> When we do these little things-</span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Our future on this planet we call home,</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Increases dash by dash!</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> And we don't need to do it alone! <br /></span></span></p>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-11968358942409872752022-01-27T23:34:00.001-08:002022-01-27T23:34:09.488-08:00<p> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> 2022! <br /><br /></span></p><p><span><span> </span>Welcome to a new year! I wish you luck to overcome you fears. I wish you courage for all that you face, and if you struggle with hard times I hope that good times will quickly replace. Since Martin Luther King day was not long ago, let's honor him and others who are brave enough to find whats right out of wrong. May you be able to do the same this year!</span></p><p>If you see something wrong, big or small, what'll you do to get past it all?</p><p>Will you ignore it- let it go by.. or will you fight to improve it?</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span>Try after Try. </span> </p><p style="text-align: left;">We respect and honor those who are brave enough to turn wrong into right. </p><p style="text-align: left;">Those who don't give up, not without a fight! </p><p style="text-align: left;">One of those people was the might MLK.<br /><br />He did not want to give up till he got his way. </p><p style="text-align: left;">He wanted freedom to ring through every town! Wanted freedom, at last, all around.</p><p style="text-align: left;">All people, all races, should be able to come round and gather.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Not any one of us is "better" in any way. It's time for us to stop seeing the world in all gray!</p><p style="text-align: left;">We all deserve the best- nothing less, so in the name of MLK and everyone who is brave.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Let's not stop till we get our way, and we shall not stop!</p><p style="text-align: left;">Equality, and courage should fill up this world, bottom to top. </p>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-40523877161689718242021-07-01T15:54:00.000-07:002021-07-01T15:54:17.502-07:00 A Companion & More!<p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">And of course, the star of the show: my brother!</p><p style="text-align: left;">He is almost 2 years old now! He has grown up a lot.</p><p style="text-align: left;">His favorite things to do are create an enormous mess in my room!!</p><p style="text-align: left;">His eyes are big and hopeful, and he uses them beseechingly when I scold him</p><p style="text-align: left;">He is impossible to stay mad at, since his laugh is so charming!</p><p style="text-align: left;">He can say many new things like: Apple & Diaper,</p><p style="text-align: left;">But now he can say Aakka!!</p><p style="text-align: left;">I was so pleased with him when he first said my name.</p><p style="text-align: left;">It was the most heartfelt moment in my life.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Of course, now I almost regret he ever learned to say Aakka!</p><p style="text-align: left;">For not a moment of peace is left in the house,</p><p style="text-align: left;">Unless he is asleep!</p><p style="text-align: left;">My brother enjoys to play outside, and he basks in the sunshine.</p><p style="text-align: left;">A lot of the times he enters my room during my classes,</p><p style="text-align: left;">And enjoys being noticed by my teachers.</p><p style="text-align: left;">I can guarantee you that almost all of my teachers has noticed him at least once.</p><p style="text-align: left;">He breaks into my taekwondo classes, and tries to demonstrate to my teacher how well he can kick!</p><p style="text-align: left;">He learned to draw recently, and no piece of paper is safe from his abstract scribbles!</p><p style="text-align: left;">My brother isn't the smartest baby in the world to someone else... but he is to me!</p><p style="text-align: left;">The sweetest boy, the cutest boy, the most kindred spirit ever, is the baby who I have grown to love so dearly in the last year or two he has been with us.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Lots of love for my dearest friend and my loveliest adventurer, Guddu, (Svojas)</p>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-83033249529511246502021-06-30T14:17:00.001-07:002021-06-30T14:17:45.542-07:00Fathers Day<p style="text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> The sweetest day of summer, is a day of appreciation.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span>A father is a child's best friend, and a great role-model.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">Which is why fathers and grandfathers deserve love </p><p style="text-align: center;"> On this special day, we can show them,</p><p style="text-align: center;">How much they mean to us!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Fathers day was about 10 days ago,</p><p style="text-align: center;">But I would like to appreciate my dad,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Who started this blog for me, 10 years ago!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">"Smiles and Jokes,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Funny faces.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Reading contests!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Harry Potter races!</p><p style="text-align: center;">A little bit of preaching,</p><p style="text-align: center;">Long lectures too.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Teaching me manners...</p><p style="text-align: center;">And Star Wars- oooh!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I get mad,</p><p style="text-align: center;">You get upset too.</p><p style="text-align: center;">But I can imagine you saying,</p><p style="text-align: center;">"I only want to help you."</p><p style="text-align: center;">Help me improve,</p><p style="text-align: center;">At anything I do.</p><p style="text-align: center;">So here is a very well deserved:</p><p style="text-align: center;">I love you."</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">We love our dads!</p>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-70785083337249554332021-06-30T14:10:00.002-07:002021-06-30T14:10:35.514-07:00Sunshine of Mine!<p> </p><p><span> </span><span>All seasons are remarkable! For when a new one arrives, new feelings, styles, weather and activities come with it! Summer has sashayed into our midst, so let's welcome the warm days with open arms!</span></p><p><span style="text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> Summer is a remarkable season!</span></p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> I can surely give you more than one reason.</span></p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Of why Summer sparks up delight!</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span>How the summer sun can melt away one's plight...</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">The First Reason</p><p style="text-align: center;">Is that a student in Summer is such a happy sight!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span>Kids can relax on many days, and grown-ups alike!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span>Summer grants refreshing holidays </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span>So we can swim, fish, splash, laugh and bike!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span>The Second Reason</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span>Is the warm Summer breeze!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span>In a blue warm sky, a kite can fly</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span>With the greatest of ease!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span>Summer is full of ice-cream and ice-candy..</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">Isn't having a cool treat simply dandy?</p><p style="text-align: center;">Hop jauntily with loved ones</p><p style="text-align: center;">On a splendid summer day!</p><p style="text-align: center;">We will seize Summer together!</p><p style="text-align: center;">Hip Hip Hooray!!!</p>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-47402599219635967592021-06-30T14:02:00.003-07:002021-06-30T14:02:37.721-07:00Summer is Here!<p> </p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Welcoming Summer!</span><br /></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span>The school year is finally over, and what an odd school year it has been....!</span></p><p><span>If I had to choose a word for the past year, the word would be: Determined!</span></p><p><span>Determined is a strong word. A word that could positively encourage you, just by reading it. Yet this year, determination was hard to find. Especially due to the pandemic. It seemed like clouds of loneliness and isolation were spread all across the globe. However, one can never be lonely for long since life is a wondrous thing. I was very lucky to be able to learn at all this year. It was very fun, strange and troublesome to go to school online, but my beloved teacher, Mr C, helped us work through it! </span></p><p><span>I have so many memories from this year.</span></p><p><span>But now it is summer and time to play!</span></p><p><span>Happy Summer!</span></p>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-88573640174195396252021-02-08T10:12:00.000-08:002021-02-08T10:12:19.804-08:00<p> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> My Black Belt</span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p>It took me years of training and classes. Ever since I was a white belt. The idea was that I would learn diligence and patience, I have learned that and more. Buckets of sweat, dozens of bruises and lots of hours spent training. <i>Finally. </i>I ran my fingers over the black belt, which to other eyes might seem like a dark piece of fabric material. To me it seemed like an award. An Oscar or a Grammy. I stared at the screen, with unbelieving eyes. My KJN (teacher) was busy announcing the names of the students who would be 'graduating' from color belts. I could barely contain my smile! KJN has a strict and sharp voice. His words fly out, with no hesitation. Now the words were flying out, but it wasn't commands or the names of attacks, it was names of students. I anticipated my name, silently praying he wouldn't skip it by mistake or because I did not make it...! </p><p><br /></p><p> When I first joined the online meeting, my teacher commanded us into our stretches. I did this with ease, for we have done the same stretches for 5 years. We then began the test. The test to see if we would make it to black belt! My heart pounded in my chest, but my parents- and Guddu- stood in the hallway with a thumbs-up. "PALGAE 6!" My teacher shouted. I scrambled into the beginning of the form. I had been doing this form for nearly a year, but it seemed so very cloudy. <i>Knife hand... rear leg front kick... double punch... repeat! </i>I finished the form, sighing heavily in relief that I hadn't done some silly mistake. "PALGAE 7!" was the next command. I was doing a little dance, in such joy that I had finally made black belt! "ATTENTION!" I stood at attention, but not with my feet firmly at the floor, but like a bit of plastic flimsily flapping in the breeze. I knew that if I was at the studio, instead of being at home, my instructor would come and push me over to see how I was holding my ground. I started off my form with great ease, and a goofy smile on my face. When we reached the part that my teacher calls 'The Crossroad' I accidentally mixed up Palgae 6 with Palgae 7! I grimaced, my face turning a light shade of pink. My teacher excused the mistake, and asked us to redo Palgae 7. I gave a silent 'Thank You!' At the end of my test, I was panting heavily. The whole class took a swig of water. "Hi!" said my brother sweetly. He has learned to always say 'Hi!' to a device, because most of the time he sees us talking on calls there. In the pandemic, we do meetings on our devices, and my brother has grown up knowing only that. </p><p><br /></p><p> I was so tired, and our instructors took a little break. They played some videos they had made about what it's like to teach online. In one of the videos, a female instructor was pretending to be one of her students. Whenever she did a kick or a punch, she picked up her cat at the end! My male instructor took a sip of water after he did anything! It was so funny. Then it was time for what they call the 'graduation ceremony.' I was practically singing. My teacher boldly announced the names of the newfound black-belts. "Saanvi! Hitlamani!" he said in his loud voice. I was squealing!!! I also ended up in the 'Academic Excellence Award.' For getting nothing less than an A or a B for a whole school year. At the end of the celebrations my parents grandly presented a cake for me! The garage, where I took my classes, was decorated with rose-gold streamers and balloons. A banner spelled out the words 'Rise Up!' which was the motto for 2020 Winter Black-Belts. The cake was lovely and moist, and my heart was filled up to the brim with happy memories. I couldn't believe I had done it. <i>Black belt! </i><br /></p>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-47831758248541587242021-02-08T09:44:00.000-08:002021-02-08T09:44:00.706-08:00<p><span>My brother is a very big boy now!</span></p><p><span>His favorite thing is listening to music played by Dad</span></p><p><span>Whenever I go to backyard, he feels he must accompany me, like a little knight</span></p><p><span>A guardian angel baby</span></p><p><span>Wanting to sit on my lap all the time</span></p><p><span>He has learned many new things!</span></p><p><span>If I say; "Sit down, Guddu!" </span></p><p><span>He'll sit with a smile, showing his pearly teeth</span></p><p><span>"Come play with me Guddu! Get the ball! We'll kick it!"</span></p><p><span>He'll toddle after the ball, pronouncing the syllables</span></p><p><span>"Ba! Ba!"</span></p><p><span>He is not able to make the 'L' sound yet. </span></p><p><span>He is even a fashionista!</span></p><p><span>After noticing how Aakka and Parents put on shoes, he is determined to try</span></p><p><span>He will sometimes be seen with a slipper on only one of his feet, and he'll toddle around, so proud of himself</span></p><p><span>He loves to dance, and he dances so well</span></p><p><span>He used to do a little bouncing dance, bending his knees and then standing up straight. </span></p><p><span>But now, after seeing Aakka training, for she has gotten her blackbelt, he tries to do the splits- but ends up doing a bit of a shuffle dance, moving his feet side to side. </span></p><p><span>He has invented his own language as well! How funny!</span></p><p><span>"Bapum Bapum Ba!" means eat/eating. The command is: "Eat!" It may also mean something that tastes good, like candy.</span></p><p><span>He is fully able to say Mama and Dada, but often ends up shouting it, demanding their attention!</span></p><p><span>He struggles to say Aakka, though fully able to identify me, he will often smile at me cunningly. Often, I thought that I might be 'Buta' but Guddu sees me as 'She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' for he has no name for me!</span></p><p><span><br /></span></p>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-36611263617543023132021-01-27T14:24:00.000-08:002021-01-27T14:24:18.501-08:00<p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> BOMB</span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span><span> The name 'Little Boy' is very tame. However, when 'Little Boy' was being carried away by the plane, Enola Gay, the pilots were not oblivious of how it would change the world. When 'Little Boy' was released- destruction followed. BOMB is the story of the atomic bomb and how it was created. The storyline describes the physicists that were hired to create one of the world's deadliest weapons. It describes how no information was safe due to the Nazis and Russian spies. BOMB is one of the most fascinating books I have ever read.</span><br /></span></p><p> BOMB contains the names of scientists like Robert Oppenheimer, Harry Gold and Ted Halls. Robert Oppenheimer was the ring leader of the Manhattan Project, the code name for the building of the bomb. Secretly, he believed in Communism, which was considered threatening at the time. Harry Gold was a spy for the Soviet Union. The Soviet Union, also known as the Russians, were allies with the United States. The United States did not trust the Soviet Union completely, though. They were afraid of any information getting leaked. Ted Halls was a young physicist hired to create the bomb. BOMB also contained what information the spies traded, how the government reacted to the news of the bomb, why they chose Santa Fe as the location for the bomb building and what measures were taken to assure that the Nazis failed to create a weapon of mass destruction. </p><p><span> </span>My favorite things about the book are the special comments from the physicists, scientists, victims and the spies themselves. Every person had their own part of what happened and most of their stories came into this book. I can find out why they chose Ted Halls to work for the team in Santa Fe . The book covers the background of every physicist and scientist that was involved in the building of the bomb. For example, we would be able to read a brief summary of Robert Oppenheimer's childhood and learn almost everything about him. In the end, in the epilogue, we learn about what happened to the Soviet Union spies or the secret communists. The description of the disasters that occurred, like the impact the bomb 'Little Boy' had on Hiroshima can leave a reader wincing!</p><p><span> BOMB is not only a book, but a time-travel machine. It can take you far back and it can teach you many many many things.</span><br /></p><p><br /></p>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-85486562856459865092021-01-14T21:51:00.000-08:002021-01-14T21:51:12.938-08:00<p style="text-align: justify;"> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> It's a New Year!</span></p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span>✧ </span>Let's let out a cheer, let's yell it so loud, that people in space can hear! </span></p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Sure, 2020 wasn't a lot of fun... but that doesn't matter, for, 2021 has begun!<span> </span> </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span> </span><span> </span>Phew it's such a relief, but its not good to get too comfy, that is my belief. </span> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"> Be connected to your loved ones, the people you hold dear, </p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> A</span>nd I wish you a prosperous new year! ✧</span></p>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-57559760286118357202020-09-23T23:15:00.002-07:002020-09-23T23:16:16.529-07:00The Notorious RBG<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JS68uAYrENs/X2w5iEGWY8I/AAAAAAAAMkk/mYY3NzHWk6ElgpQPKOp0L6L88AnJ3L7UgCLcBGAsYHQ/ruth.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="180" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JS68uAYrENs/X2w5iEGWY8I/AAAAAAAAMkk/mYY3NzHWk6ElgpQPKOp0L6L88AnJ3L7UgCLcBGAsYHQ/ruth.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">I had written this review a week before Ruth Bader Ginsburg died, I would like to express what a brilliant mind she was and how much she will be missed. I would also like to slightly recap her life. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">RUTH BADER GINSBURG </span></span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-f10dc23e-7fff-ea12-f952-f3f374cb5852"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I couldn't believe the TV screen “RBG dead at 87” The powerful female was a brilliant leader and it was hard to grasp her death. She was more that a refined inspiration, more than a flashy feminist, more than a supreme court superhero, she was a loving & caring mother, a loving & caring wife, a loving & caring woman. For her memory, I have put a summary to her life of hardship, struggle and success. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">RBG was respected and adored, but also loved and humored! I can see a lot of babies dressing up as RBG, and a TON of memes about her, illustrious drawings, poetry and such subtle but gorgeous reminders of her positivity. </span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">RBG’s has such strong personality, winsome words and a disciplined mindset. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">RBG worked to make both genders equal, she fought for cases such as equal pay. In this modern day the very thought of the same job but different gender with less pay is DISGUSTING. We're lucky for balance because <b>she persisted. </b>Another case she fought for is justice for immigrant children. If the child has legal documentation but the parent(s) do not what more can the child do? It's quite unsettling for the child to be deported over something they have no control of. Luckily, <b>she persisted.</b> </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span> </span>RBG was very smart in school. She bonded and fell in love with her friend. They married and had some lovely kids. </span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">RBG’s determination is touching, no matter how difficult work was. She always made sure to sit down with her kids for family time during dinner. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Her biography which I recently read puts a spotlight on her talent and truly is fantastic. It highlights what RBG can do. New readers, adults and kids both should read this book because it describes RBG’s life, and it sets an example of what we can do if we </span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">believe in ourselves</span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">! </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span> </span>Ruth Bader Ginsburg was a feminist, supreme court lawyer, faithful wife, and loving mother. Most of all, she is an inspiration to young men and women everywhere. </span></p></span></span>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-91294616200637230812020-09-04T23:06:00.006-07:002020-09-06T22:40:44.657-07:00 The War That Saved my life <p><span style="font-family: "Gloria Hallelujah", cursive; font-size: x-large; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;"> The War that Saved My Life a book by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley </span></span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: large;">is a historical fiction I came across as a book from the library. For a long time I ignored it thinking it’s another boring story for adults. When I opened it and finally started reading I was right next to Ada.</span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EUWm_ShNi24/X1MqVYGbMAI/AAAAAAAAMjQ/XFZ1Zq0xF1UJBOmLcUVy5ItXr0sRV2UaACLcBGAsYHQ/s579/Screen%2BShot%2B2020-09-04%2Bat%2B11.02.58%2BPM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="579" data-original-width="365" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EUWm_ShNi24/X1MqVYGbMAI/AAAAAAAAMjQ/XFZ1Zq0xF1UJBOmLcUVy5ItXr0sRV2UaACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Screen%2BShot%2B2020-09-04%2Bat%2B11.02.58%2BPM.png" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-2d8b7168-7fff-f98e-85eb-7ef9dca58d51"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Gloria Hallelujah", cursive; font-size: large; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">The story line was beautiful, about a girl with a crippled leg who sneaks out with her younger brother to find shelter from their cruel mom and from the war. In their search for safety they find love and comfort in a blond and brooding lady named Susan. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I loved the story because there is so much drama! It shows pain and sadness, it shows love and prosperity, it shows courage and battle! It has all the power points of an amazing story. It shows beautiful writing that brought me to read it again and again! </span></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The setting takes place during World War Two. Cold, dusty, gossiping road travels by poor Ada’s window. I feel her sadness and enclosure. Like an animal behind bars. I can hear the horrific thud of their mom hurting Jamie. I can feel the torrid heat blasted by the bomb. I can feel the love and safety Ada and Jamie have within each other and Susan. </span></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></span><span style="font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The War That Saved My Life, is an amazing book that is heartfelt and truthful. The sweetest, most intense historical fiction that will bring immense joy, freedom and hope to a reader’s mind. </span></span></p><div><span style="font-family: "Gloria Hallelujah", cursive; font-size: 28pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-88583052011033140222020-08-16T15:51:00.001-07:002020-08-16T15:51:57.632-07:00Supernatural Sunglasses<p style="text-align: justify;"> </p><span id="docs-internal-guid-c4f27c7c-7fff-5d1f-5966-3e64236040f8"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Once upon a time, there was a girl named Andrea rummaging through her attic looking for something neat. She found some cool sunglasses as she put them on she felt dizzy and called for her mom,</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">“Mom? I feel-”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Then she fainted. When she woke up she could see something that wasnt the damp musty attic, but a happy face that was stuffing their mouth with frosting and cake.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">“Thank you mommy! Best birthday ever!”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The smile on her face disappeared when a shadowy man came and grabbed her.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">“MOMMY, DADDY!!!!”</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"> She screamed, beating her fists.</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Her dad rushed to her aid but the villain was stuffing her in the backseat of a rickety car that looked like it drove through loads of dirt and manure!</span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Andrea screamed and whipped off the sunglasses. She took a deep breath and forced herself to keep watching. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Now she could see a man with a nice head of brown hair cackling as another very young lady with glossy blond hair that flew all over the place tied up the poor little Birthday Girl. Andrea could even feel the motion when the car suddenly halted at the red light. She saw the address and immediately called 911 to report the cops.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Soon after, the cops arrested the man and the lady. The birthday girl was saved and invited Andrea to have cake with her. </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">When Andrea became older she buried the magic sunglasses that saved the girl in the attic in hopes one of her descendants will find it as her ancestors left it for her.</span></span></p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">THE END</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Coming Soon", cursive; font-size: 20pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div></span>ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-72324337977485491732020-02-24T20:45:00.000-08:002020-02-24T20:46:33.215-08:00Haiku Seasons<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Perfuming the fresh Spring air.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Colors everywhere! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Spooky fun on Halloween!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The leaves fall down like rain drops. </span></div>
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ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-5282416736403824152019-11-16T17:43:00.002-08:002019-11-17T09:46:15.845-08:00My Naughty Baby Brother!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> <span style="font-size: large;">He has big eyes, </span></span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">And a little squat nose. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">He giggles and wiggles,</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"> When I tickle his toes! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">When I hold him,</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"> He smiles! </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">He babbles and he coos. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">We all hold him,</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"> And lovingly approve.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">When he cries,</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"> It's incredibly loud!</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">For a little guy,</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"> His wail gathers a crowd!</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">When he calms down he looks at us as if to say...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">"Oh man, what a busy day!" </span></div>
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ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-19566979813117800182019-11-16T17:30:00.001-08:002019-11-16T17:49:43.459-08:00The Fun Goes On!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am so excited to have my own blog, passed down from my parents and which was written since I was born! Who knows, maybe soon enough, my marvelous baby brother will be scribbling away drawings for me to post. Perhaps even <i>take over</i> this blog! This is Our Saanvi!<br />
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ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-66842981956060767032019-11-16T15:28:00.000-08:002019-11-16T17:26:30.457-08:00Over to ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd9GCfAeBBY/XdCFAtt7RNI/AAAAAAAALjs/5LNLqno0utApjV_Z9xsm6jPrSipiks8cQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/85CB1F66-E438-4FE8-879A-C54CF0A226B6.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd9GCfAeBBY/XdCFAtt7RNI/AAAAAAAALjs/5LNLqno0utApjV_Z9xsm6jPrSipiks8cQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/85CB1F66-E438-4FE8-879A-C54CF0A226B6.jpeg" width="240" /></a>We started this blog to celebrate small & big steps of our Saanvi.<br />
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We couldn't have been more prouder or happier of how she has grown & evolved over these years.<br />
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Now that she has a little brother of her own, we will be using this blog to celebrate her little brother as well.<br />
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Who better than our Saanvi to continue this tradition! She will continue showcasing her work as well as writing about her brother. It feels like yesterday that she was scribbling like an artist and now, expressing her brother!<br />
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ಅಪ್ಪ-ಅಮ್ಮ(Appa-Amma)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14218096111758569040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679155089946764938.post-74574337127694299022019-01-21T14:05:00.001-08:002019-01-21T14:05:27.928-08:00I have a dream ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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