It’s wonderful that as life has progressed, some of the joys it offers have still remained magical. And thankfully my heart warms up to them with the same intensity as it has done forever.
- The smell of rain on fresh baked earth.
- The smell of freshly brewed coffee and how the first sip makes me feel every single morning.
- That day in spring where the world turns into the freshest shade of green.
- A really good kiss. (It’s weird how rare these are).
- Puppies and the way they make your soul smile.
- Time spent in the company of friends with whom you can be your self. The conversations, the laughs and that feeling of being completely safe.
- My moms cooking.
- Movie marathons with the sibling.
- The sound of the ocean (or a river or the lapping sounds at the edge of a lake).
- The feeling of hot water running down your back in the shower on a cold day.
- The smell of a library.
- Looking through treasures(and pictures) collected over the course of my travels.
- Driving really fast on an empty road while the rest of the world is asleep.
- And every single time this happens.
Btw, on a completely unrelated note, I’m loving all the inmyfeelingschallenge videos. Great fun.
How can something that looks so good taste so bad?!! Wonder why all those people raving about cloud eggs not adding a disclaimer that it tastes quite pathetic.
It sure as hell photographs well though.
Amidst ridiculously busy days at work and the constant rains, the silver lining is all the redecorating I’ve been upto. A friend in the building remarked that my apartment looks like it should be in a magazine. 😇
When I look back at the posts of this blog I realise that what is featured mostly seems to be recollections from a day or time in my life that I would like to remember fondly in the future or take a lesson or two from the journey that I’m on. So in the spirit of that, I’m going to write about my experience about Candy Crush Saga and it’s part in my recent personal downfall.
I hated this game before I had ever swiped four candies to form a striped candy. But with two of my colleagues promoting it as a tool to de focus from the insanity of a high pressure job for years, I finally decided to give it a go and downloaded the app following the tense week that the last one was. What followed was three days where I became what I disliked in the first place. Thankfully short of creating another account to give me “life” I came to my senses and deleted the damn thing. Cannot believe this happened to me after I had spent years turning up my nose at all those people. Honestly, a bit shaken about newly experiencing the addictive properties of technology. If an intelligent adult cannot handle this, how are kids supposed to handle boundaries?
Shaded balconies bursting with flowering plants and fruit trees on three sides, that’s how I picture my childhood home. The avocado tree that stood proudly in the front yard of my parents home got struck by lightning and capsized last night due to heavy rains, taking with it a couple of smaller shrubs including my moms prized powder-pink button roses. The sibling and I have been feeling terrible about the incident but my parents seem to be dealing with things in a wholly unemotional manner. Scooby thinks they are still trying to be brave in our presence.
I guess it is as Carson wisely said to Mrs. Hughes: “The business of life is the acquisition of memories”. And for all of them that included these trees, I am grateful.
Looking at the sibling and my long faces, mom went back into the kitchen and stirred something up that turned out to be an immediate mood brighten-er. It’s strange how she’s been deploying the same tools to make us feel better from our childhood days.
When your selfie is compared to all the paintings listed in the Google directory globally and it matches you to a painting that any Indian girl will happily accept as a mega compliment 😇.
I think that’s a sentence everybody who was “well raised” relates to. More so, women and I’m not being sexist here. Every girl is raised with regular dosages of that sentence. But is it really the right approach?
One of the most empowering things I heard recently on Oprah’s Life Lessons was: Nice is passive. Kind is active. One is people-pleasing, the other is peace-keeping. Considering both are acts, which would be the better choice. As far as I’m concerned, in the infamous words from the movie WONDER and P’s current Whatsapp status:
An article triggered a proper sleepover kind discussion with the girls about SATC and forced me to look inward and really figure out who I relate to and why. During my college years I so wanted to be Charlotte. I associated more with her than any other character on SATC. Actually my conditioning made me believe that is who I should base myself on. Cut to a couple of years later to me living in the US catching reruns, I figured Miranda was the person who made sense to me.
2018 – I’m Miranda.