DAD BLOGS: Mrunal

I was walking across a park with one of my oldest friends. His three children aged between ten and two were ranging...

I turned around as I heard the scamper of little feet. Meri, my three year old daughter appeared at the kitchen door....

I was sitting in the conservatory with my two children, five year old Arun and three year old Meri. They were tucking...

“Why is it dark?” Meri, my three year old daughter asked as we walked back from her nursery hand in hand. “Because...

The atmosphere in the car was tense. We were pulled up on the entrance to a farm track and the lorries and cars were...

A simple text from my uncle at shortly after midnight gave me the grave news. The first line said, “Mum has left us.”...

I watched from the dining room and my five year old disabled son Arun lolloped a little unsteadily into the kitchen....

“What is wrong with her arm?” Meri, my three year old daughter asked as she watched CBeebies. I looked up from what I...

“Huh,” said Meri. “Excellent,” I said nodding my head. “Ah,” she continued. I nodded again encouraging her. “Tuh,” she...