The joy of dancing to a valaga








A cousins wedding in Coorg seems like a perfect excuse to get dolled up, catch up with all of your sisters and dance the weekend away. All amidst a blur of colourful festivities.


Such amazing perspective

We can’t jump off bridges anymore because our iPhones will get ruined. We can’t take skinny dips in the ocean because there’s no service on the beach and adventures aren’t real unless they’re on Instagram. Technology has doomed the spontaneity of adventure and we’re helping destroy it every time we Google, check-in, and hashtag.



This picture that my cousin shared this morning, of his dog wading in the creek behind their home in order to fetch a stick has got to one of the loveliest things I have received on my phone to date. How bizarre then that I stumbled upon this amazing quote on the same day.

One crazy happy weekend. My legs ache, my tummy hurts and my voice is definitely on its way out. Can I do it all over again? Pleeeeeeaaaaasssee!!!!!!

I think they’re bang on when they say that cousins are a little bit of your childhood that can never be lost. Today was a special day – the family came together to name the sweet baby daughter of my cousin. The overall energy of the day was so happy and so infectious that no one wanted the day to end. So, we all ended up hanging out at a coffee-shop for hours once we left the venue and even ended up doing a spot of shopping.  


Yesterday was spent with the girls reigning in Sindu’s birthday, who was presented with a cake that Cma decided should read “4 D 40 :)” which no one on earth was able to decipher. Oh these girls are nutty and crazy and a whole lot of drama but they are MY people and I wouldn’t want it any other way 🙂 The world seems to be all geared up to celebrate the spirit of Friendship and after decades we decided to exchange friendship bands. 

To think I’ve been grumbling enough about my ill health for even Anjna to bake some yummmmmm mango cake and SEND IT TO MY OFFICE so that I feel better

I’m literally melting with gratitude, just about enough to make me completely forget that I’m not much of a cake person. Though no one will for a second think otherwise looking at the number of slices that have been consumed 😊. 

In other news, the girls seem to have loved the reveal to my secret project and are in raptures at all the memories spanning 30 years. I know it’s been said countless times before, but Rumi is sooooo wise. Planning on unveiling my second foolish project on this forum when I reach the 100 mark. 

Oh and I’m prostrating and thanking the Blacklist heavens for keeping Liz alive. Poor Red. 

My weekend has been spent optimising the glass to mouth distance ;)

Paid a visit to meet my brand new nephew who is so incredibly cute that he could be on the poster for all those baby boutiques and thanks to my aunt we returned home armed with bottles of homemade wines and pickles. 

On a idealistic note: I hated watching Tony Stark and Captain Rogers fight but found the way they introduced the Black Panther in the series amaaaaaazing. Plus now that Bucky is one of the good guys I can openly admit to finding him drool-worthy.  


….. and since it’s still only 7:30 on a Sunday evening, I would very much like some of those shots that I started the weekend with 🙂