Halloween memories 🎃


The door bell rang one regular fall evening, and as I opened the door saw the killers from the “Scream” movie at my door. I shrieked, collapsed backwards and ran through the foyer screaming. The people at the door actually had to pull off their masks and console me. 

And that is how this Indian girl was intiated into the experience of an American holiday named Halloween. 🎃🎃🎃

Knowing my obsession with doors and doorways, R&D have been sending me pictures from their first fall in Boston and I’ve been loving the way the stoops of people’s homes have been decorated for Halloween. I’m very proud of the filters I applied to a normal looking picture that they sent and made it look so dramatic. In honour of the memory I’m going to find some pumkin spiced latte. 


I’m completely caught up in the world of Codex Alera, Diwali is just a week away, a brilliant day break around the city has just been enjoyed and its the start of Restaurant Week!!!! 

This week is turning out to be epic! My palate is literally in heaven thanks to all the yummy food and the best part is that there’s still 3 days left in the week. We’re going to ignore the happenings of that one migraine induced scary night. 

Some Monday’s are meant for twirling in palaces, visiting the best joints in town from the 90’s and being a tourist in one’s own city

And K being in town seemed like the perfect excuse to have just such a fabulous Monday. 


The world and me, in general need more of such Monday’s. Filled with ‘repeat’ orders of moosambi juice, pots of hot tea at tables where sunlight peeps in through shuttered windows, plates of chaat at unassuming roadside stalls, a long drive through nostalgia lane and soulful conversations. 


Just realised that the art of baking has completely eluded me. 

But in the spirit of complete honesty, I might as well admit that it may have something to do with the fact that it doesn’t interest me all too much. I am however going to make and effort to learn. And hopefully by the time Christmas rolls up I’ll be able to plate something that can be proudly shared with friends.

It’s been a rainy but lovely weekend. Thoroughly enjoyed a traditional South Indian meal at RV’s little one’s naming ceremony. And even though I hate to admit it, I do seem to shamelessly wait for yele-oota invites from my extremely limited number of herbivorous friends. 


In other news, it’s been raining on and off for a couple of months now, and even though I don’t make a big secret of the fact that monsoon is my favourite season, I do wish it would take leave before Diwali and make way for winter. 

A brief spell of calm appeared between periods of torrential downpour this evening and I stepped out with my pretty monochrome umbrella to do a bit of grocery shopping. Couldn’t help but wonder at the innate charm of monsoons as I jumped over puddles (grocery bags in tow) like I used to as a school girl. While returning I even stopped at a little cafe that opened its doors a week ago at the edge of my street for some hot tea. I loved the tea and biscuit and quite enjoyed the sound of water lapping against the compound wall as vehicles passed by as birds chirped loudly as they tried to feed themselves in the brief dry spell. 

I seem to be reading the most weird assortment of books at the moment. 

A road trip, grape hookahs and pandal hopping 

Got to the pandaal just in time to watch the Durga Pujo Aarti. Brought back such lovely memories from our adventures in Calcutta last year during Durga Puja. 

A notification that it’s been a year since that lovely BHUTAN road trip had to bring on some heavy duty nostalgia. So in honour of that lovely week, the girls and I decided to plan something special. What followed was a day filled a great deal of laughter, music and food while we whizzed past beautiful scenery with music in our ears and the wind playing with our hair. 


After a bland month which left me wondering why I even subscribe to cable TV, October has arrived with all my favourites. The Sh-Amy are engaged, Red and Elizabeth are on a war path to rebuild an empire and Masterchef Australia promises me 80 evenings of delicious episodes.