On a thoughtful note: Isn’t shopping at a store so much more satisfying than doing it online? I know online shopping is killing retail stores but the experience of roaming through a mall is so much more satisfying and communal.
This seems to have been a week filled with girly pleasures. Virtual and very real shopping sessions, long discussions about makeup, oil cleansing, major life events, new cuisne discoveries all over endless cups of coffee and vodka.
Meanwhile, I’m reaping the the joys of having music loving neighbours. The hip couple next door play the best Bollywood tracks in the evenings. It’s heavenly especially on rainy windy days like today when I’m sitting at my kitchen table in a quiet house with a steaming cup of masala chai and trying to banish a runny nose and a sore throat.
The runner on the other hand, who lives downstairs plays the latest tracks trending on the Billboard charts. They usually get me up and about and in a happy mood in the mornings (though in the spirit of honesty, I’ll admit I’ve had to knock on his door post midnight and through gritted teeth spoken the words “Could you turn the volume the fuck down. Pleaase!!!” when some of his parties have refused to end on game night).
Anyways, I’m digressing from happier thoughts. Back to the sound of rain coupled with the wonderful song floating into my apartment.
And there is a song change 😊
Side effects of binge watching shows on Prime and Netflix I guess.
Been remembering the amazing road trip with the girls around Bhutan. Spent the evening looking through pictures and reminiscing and when that didn’t work, made some lovely Kewa Datshi. Had a fun loud laughter filled tea date with Cma who dropped in on her way back from work. Looks like along with Dubai, we have another girls getaway to plan soon. Yayyyyyy!!!! Happy days to look to ahead.
As I’m posting this, I see MSNBC reporting an attack at the Notre Dame cathedral in Paris. I hope that humanity as a whole can find a way to stop this evil. We cannot go on this way.
Storm clouds are rolling in putting an end to sights of cloudless blue skies. But then there are the joys of an Indian monsoon to look forward to. Especially the food that gets churned out of mums kitchen 😉.
On an unrelated note, it is on days like today that I miss the J’ngr merry gang fiercely. I don’t think I’ve ever missed watching an India vs Pakistan match with a big noisy emotional and totally fired up mob. And at the cost of sounding partial, the J’ngr gang is my absolute favourite group to indulge my cricket madness with. The fun that was had during the 2011 World Cup season was epic!!!! Guess the others feel the same way, since that group chat has been hyper active today discussing India’s massive score of 319!!!! Wish the rain would stop and these stooopid commentators stop talking about the Duckworth-Lewis method.
And then as you are typing a long blogpost there are sudden cravings. Sigh.
Looking forward to binge-watching all 6 seasons of GoT before the seventh season starts next month. RV’s sneaky tactics of getting me to start watching has finally worked. I’m wondering if I should put up the video of the supercute Italian guy I saw playing the GoT theme on the piano at the Napoli Centrale.
In other news, in the real world MONSOON HAS COME. Which thankfully means the end of stuffy and uncomfortably hot tropical weather and we can look forward to amazing white noise while falling asleep. But on the flip side, the rains signal the end of the Mango season. So guess what I’ll be binge-eating till the end of this week 😎.
Starting right now!!!
Got to re-live a cherished ritual today. Comfy pyjamas, insane laughter, some chocolate and bowls of ice cream, soulful conversations, honest admissions, stark realisations and a silent knowledge of a relationship that is such a source of strength to everyone. That would have been a description of a sleepover with my girls in a nutshell any day. But this one was different. Even though separated by 3 continents, 3 time zones and 3 seasons, technology seemed to just ease that sense of missing someone dear even if only a little bit.
Unlike Phoebe, at our home we’re dealing with an electronic birthday candle that has been refusing to die all day!!!!! Even after the birthday boy got irritated and subject the said candle to water boarding. In the end it has ended up in a dumpster wrapped in an old tea towel. And when I turned around to leave, this is what I heard….
PS: 6:45 AM – I’m leaving from mums place and it’s still ringing.
Post PS edit: 10:37 AM – received this message from the SIL – “Di this thing is still ringing 😩”.
Opened the cutlery cabinet to help set the table for lunch at my mum’s place and caught sight of something that I hadn’t laid eyes on in over 15 years – my mother’s wedding china. I’ve been staring with reverence at the scalloped edges, the gold trim and the painted roses bordering these 35 year old dinner plates that hold so much of my family’s memories.
With time newer, fancier, lighter and non traditional dinnerware have been adorning my parents dining table. But the one with the painted roses will always remain the perfect set to me.
Oh I’m definitely considering making 50 cups of chai with varying sugar levels, for 50 people in one go as a supreme accomplishment 😎.