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The one wisdom we’ve gleaned from months of experimenting, reading, discussing about our new food choices (our unschooling food journey) is that foods that cause acid create a breeding ground for various illnesses in our bodies. Like I’d mentioned in my previous article in this series, until about 6-7 months back, the frequency and intensity of my headaches was paralyzing my normal life. I had gotten sick and scared of how often I had to take a pain-killer when my headaches got unbearable (and I have a very high pain threshold, mind you).

It had become pertinent that I looked hard at the food we were consuming. But well, we were mostly eating what sounds like an incredibly healthy diet – organic, whole foods, less oil and spices, freshly cooked. What more could one ask for! And yet, my health was deteriorating.

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It was the first day of Ganesh Chaturthi in our neck of the woods, and we enjoyed making special dishes (offerings) for our favourite deity – Ganesha. For some of you who may not know about Ganesh Chaturthi, it’s a 10-day festival celebrated among Hindus who like to bring home (or celebrate publicly) an idol of this elephant-headed God, who’s also considered Vighna-Harta (the remover of obstacles) and Buddhi Pradaayaka (the one who grants wisdom/intelligence).

We’ve celebrated this festival every year with much enthusiasm, but this year felt different. The enthusiasm was there without a doubt, but there was a heightened sense of sincerity and inward connection while we did the whole puja and how we went about the whole day.  I can’t precisely say why I felt so. I could sense that within me, could read from my hubby – Avie’s – disposition, and also in how the girls went about their day.

Now, when I think back, I see that I did not put excessive thinking into what I’m going to offer to Ganesha as ‘prasad’ (offering of sweets/desserts etc). I felt like making a wholesome meal for our family and felt it natural that Ganesha would partake in the feast.

I saw Ganesha as a special and loving visitor to our home and I didn’t see why He would not enjoy the whole meal and only just the sweet things – as is the tradition.

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If not cow milk, what? Many of you asked this pertinent question when I recently published the article, ‘Why No Milk for Us, Unraveling The truth One Disease at a Time.’

Dairy has been such an integral part of our culinary traditions as well as palette that it’s hard to think of delicious food (and nutrition) without the use of cow milk and its products.

But, the truth is, there are some amazing milk alternatives that are not only exquisite but also nutritious to the core.

Hence, I thought why not start sharing some dairy-free milk alternatives, and the process behind making those.

One of my favorites is coconut milk. Being in Goa, where coconuts trees can be seen as far as your eyes lead you, it also makes ecological and economical sense to make coconut milk a staple.

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Last week, I shared with you how ever since we started unschooling, its been about making conscious choices all along. Unschooling led to un-jobbing and then conscious birthing, no vaccinations, moving from Delhi to Goa and many other small and big choices we continue to make that align with an effort to live intentionally.

Going vegan was one such choice. When my health was spiraling downwards what with life-long anemia, laboured breathing, heavy monthly bleeding and finally hypothyrodism, I decided I’ve had enough. My hobbies, projects, gardening – all can take a back seat for a while, while I listen to my body and act on it.

You see, when we channel our intention and spiritual energy into doing something earnestly, forces align, people appear in our lives out of nowhere to help and guide, events coincide, stories come out in the open and basically things start falling in place. This has been true for me for years now.

And, we uncovered a whole host of truths and myths – about acidifying and alkalizing food, dairy and the dairy industry, proteins and carbs, raw foods, about the digestive system and how it functions.

But, the biggest of them all was about dairy.

And, I’ll get to it starting this article – one disease at a time.

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When we started unschooling Pari at 5 yrs and a few months, hardly ever did we fathom that questioning this one aspect – education – of the standard mainstream society would lead us into questioning another and then another and yet another as we would go on deschooling (slowly setting ourselves free from the school-ish way of thinking and acting), discovering and evolving ourselves, our core values, our way of being.

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Have You Experienced Such Wild, Wild Joy?

Universe Stories

Unschooling unfolds so many moments, experiences, lessons and episodes all through the day that if I could, I’d be writing down each one of those – the good, the bad, the glorious. Can’t help but notice and ponder over, churn and jot down those tiny stories in my mind’s notepad. And then, sometimes, a story rings so powerful in its simplicity and clarity that the writing flows unhindered.
One such story staged itself so beautifully yesterday evening that I was nudged to write it down late into the night.
Pari came back home from her dance workshop tired, sweating profusely and with a splitting headache. She looked distraught. It was a terribly hot and humid day here in Goa and she’d left home bang in the heat of the day – around 2:45 pm, on a bike, to come back home about 5:30. She came and sat at the dinner table. Avie offered her chilled Kombucha (a fermented, pro-biotic drink that we make at home), which she took. I suggested her to take a bath, but she wasn’t in a mood for it. I reminded her to take her socks off so she’ll feel air in her feet. She said no. “I want to rehearse in some time. Need to keep them on.”

Well! And, she retreated into her room upstairs.

Her dance workshops – thrice a day for two hours each – are quite intensive. But, she enjoys. I say that not because she says so. Actually, she doesn’t say as much. I see.

So, she went into her room. And, Avie and I went out for some grocery shopping. When we came back, she cheerfully opened the door, her socks still on. She said she’d been practicing now and then. A while later, she enters our study room and asked us to come out and see their performance – hers and her little cousin sister, Sarah’s (she’s 7, lives in the same complex).

With music playing on the laptop, Sarah and Pari perform their duet. Sarah playing out the steps from her own dance class, while Pari from hers. Pari was tuned to her body and drawing out energy from deep within. She looked determined and confident and immersed in those moments. Sarah didn’t care how she looked when playing out the moves she’d learned. All she knew was that she was playing – and she was glad to be a play-dance partner to Pari. They both were having fun. Pure fun.

And, to watch them enjoy themselves was sheer fun and joy for us too!

Having fun while you’re learning. Actually, just having fun. What’s the need to be ‘aware’ that you’re learning this and that. The learner may not be aware but, it’ll help if the parents (or educators) are aware that their children are learning, no matter what….

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sourdough breads Sujit Sumitran Goa

When a master bread maker – the ‘bread whisperer’ – offers to barter his artisanal sourdough bread, you cannot not pay heed. More so, when this alchemist (oops, baker) lives literally 5 minutes away on your scooter. And, especially, when he sounds like a jolly good fellow with some jolly good wit and humour, as crackling and crusty as his loaves.

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True Learning


Four kids had gathered in the evening in my house, as they usually do. Their ages – 2.5, 3.3, 6.5 and 8.4. They were exploring ways to play and interact. The 6.5 year old Sarah suggested that they make a train. She wanted a few cardboard boxes. A few! Whoa! I did have some, but they were all being used for storage and organizing. I didn’t have the energy to empty. I had recently undergone a corn removal surgery on my right foot, and still limping from it. I managed to get one cardboard box and suggested if they’d like to decorate it.

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Our home has been in the middle of a storm for the past few months. Hold on. Not a storm storm. But, a creative, DIY-ish, artsy and craftsy and gardening, experimenting ‘storm’, if you don’t mind my calling it that way. :-)

At the end of 2015 and beginning of 2016 as we moved houses, we found ourselves caught by a creative surge – to make, create, decorate, garden like there’s no tomorrow, and that surge continues to this day.

Sharing our art journey after a long time. Sharing some stories and pictures from the past few months of deep immersion into the well (or the sea) that the world of art is….

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I have beautiful memories of how we celebrated Diwali in my family when I was a child and growing up. The aroma of food, the colours of rangolis, the textures of flowers – marigold, lilies, lotus, jasmine; the light and fragrance from the rows of clay lamps we call ‘Diya’, are all so so prominent in my heart that I can’t help but keep reminiscing over those pretty pictures around Diwali time – year after year…and keep narrating those tales to my children and hubby and go over all over again with my brother!

Yet, in the last few years, I’ve yearned to create some new family traditions and refashion some of the old ones that we as a family resonate will with; that will tell OUR story reflecting what we value at this stage in life, what fascinates us, what’s fun for us and what’ll create strong memories for our children down the lane…

This Diwali, an idea sprung in my heart with such spontaneity that I almost felt it was my inner voice – my heart and soul speaking in unison.

It’s about the day before Diwali which we call as ‘Roop Chaudas’. Roop meaning beauty and chaudas is the 14th day of Krishna Paksha in the Hindu calendar month of Kartik.

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