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Your baby will outgrow four sizes in twelve months. Your budget does not have to outgrow itself with them. Stay with me for a few minutes. By the end of this article, you will know a simple three-number formula that…
Shalini’s baby was born on the first week of December, in a small house in Ludhiana, and the cold arrived with him. The fog was so thick that the neighbour’s balcony disappeared at noon. The tiles felt like ice under…
At two in the morning, Ritu was on her knees in front of her baby’s cupboard, with a phone torch in her mouth. The baby had just leaked through a diaper for the third time that night. She needed a…
Kritika had been waiting for this Diwali for nine months. It was her daughter’s first one. The baby was four months old, round-cheeked, and had just started to smile at everything. Kritika had bought the outfit weeks ago, from a…
Pooja had a gorgeous basket of tiny clothes ready in her hospital room. She had folded each piece twice, tied a little ribbon around every set, and written “Day 1,” “Day 2,” and “Day 3” on small paper slips. All…
Divya ordered three packets of “0-3 months” baby clothes online, from three different brands, on the same day. She was seven months pregnant and very proud of herself. Free delivery. Easy returns. Everything cute and soft. The boxes arrived on…
In her eighth month, Sneha opened a shopping app on her phone and typed one question: “How many clothes does a newborn need?” The answer was always the same. Ten to twelve outfits. Sometimes fifteen. One blog even said twenty.…
My first Monday back at work, I came home at 7:40 p.m. to a mountain. It sat on the bed like a small, soft hill. Onesies. Muslins. Three bibs. A sleepsuit with a stain I couldn’t name. The baby was…
In May, in a small flat in Nagpur, Meera sat on the floor with her three-month-old daughter and a wet cloth. The baby’s neck was red. Tiny pink dots had spread across her back and shoulders. She was crying that…
It was six in the morning, and the bucket was already full. A kurta. A gym shirt. A pair of work trousers. And, tangled in a sleeve like a tiny white flag, one baby onesie. Someone had thrown everything in…
