Mum and I are suffering through a major jewellery hangover 😉. As far has hangovers go, I think this might be the preferred way to go. 

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.

Memories through mealtime 

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 😎.

The joys of being sister of the groom ….. 

……..greatly involves, as I have discovered, giving into just about all things overflowing with colour and charm (and accompanied with a hefty price tag). As the day is drawing closer, I’m constantly struck by the idea that my baby brother who I have bullied/swung around/carried/imprinted my music choices upon/exerted rights over/championed causes in favour of/taught enough things constructive (and some that are hugely detrimental) is all grown up and is entering a new phase in his life. Matrimony is such a huge step for me to see this little boy take.

It feels like the end of an era. It’s just been a small family of the four of us for a really long time and even though I’m sure my home and heart will be happy and learn to accommodate as my family grows , I feel like holding on to these last few days filled with just us. 

And for that I’m grateful for moments I can cherish, like today morning in my mums garden of wonders. Such a lovely summer day with the sound of birds in the air and squirrels scampering around us, yummy breakfast accompanied by cups of delicious coffee, spirited banter and that feeling of comfort that no place other than home is capable of inducing.

Summer is here!!!!! And there is no place better than my mums garden to enjoy these early summer afternoons. 

In the meantime, the kid brother wants to leave presents for me in my room and my mother ended up giggling like a super excited school girl as I struggled to open the gift wrapping. I love love love the upturned nose-ish wordings on the cute as a button coffee mug 😉.

In other news, I’ve discovered to my surprise that after all these years I still seem to enjoy jewellery shopping a little more than one should. In that aspect at least I seem to mirror mums enthusiasm. Makes one wonder as to how far the acorn fell after all.