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.


When someone new discovers the full scale of your family’s quirks 🤓

Scooby and I have been sharing amused smirks all weekend as the sister in law is discovering so many of my mums quirks.

  • Like watching an award show for even a half hour will teach you just how much of a Bollywood gossip monger our mother is.
  • This morning when Scooby and I ran downstairs to get some coffee we saw the sil being shown the best way to prune the rose bushes and was being offered other such gardening tips.
  • When Scooby mentioned to mum that he and the sil are planning to switch cable networks due to the the unavailability of certain channels, she proceeded to tell them in plain and simple terms “When you have YouTube why are you people even spending money on cable?! Daddy and I don’t watch tv anymore!” (By the looks of it my parents seem to be turning millennial in their retirement years)

The sibling left to the airport a couple of hours ago and will be away in Hybd for the next six weeks.

Great movies, some coffee, a whole lotta cake and loads of time with the family. All in all – a brilliant Christmas

In the meantime is there any woman in the world not wearing clothes with shoulder cut outs?!! Every girl at every party I’ve been to these past months seem to be wearing them. Don’t get me wrong, I kinda like the off-the-shoulder clothes, but I just can’t seem to get myself to buy these cold shouldered clothes. I’m sure it’s a phase that’ll be out by the time winter runs it’s course. And hope it never returns.

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.

A glass of prosecco, an apartment alight with the glow of fairy lights and a very very quiet evening. That’s the way I’m bidding goodbye to a long Diwali week this year. 

The festival offered a lovely excuse for the girls and me to have colourful and yummy adventures in Comm street. I got to meet so many of the people I love over the festival days. N got back to town after being invited to speak at Stanford just in time to enjoy the festivities!!! and K has returned to NY.

The sound of firecrackers is slowly becoming lesser as the weekend comes to a close and it looks like even the most energetic Diwali enthusiasts seem to have finally gone to bed. 


Scooby in the meantime seems to have missed the memo completely and is keeping the festive week excitement going at his apartment, at the cost of not wanting to face the reality of an early Monday tomorrow. His house party is still going full swing at 1 in the morning and he has the gall to ask me to come over now!! 

The discovery of a benefit in being part of a family comprising of only adults, all over the age of 30

Impromptu late night parties. 


The parents, Scooby, the sil and me stayed awake till almost 2 in the morning killing two bottles of wine accompanied with trays full of fried fish. Ended the night of gluttony with jasmine rice and a dynamite lip-smacking curry. The food surprisingly turned out to be the perfect accompaniment to an evening filled with conversations that ran hot and cold through the course of the night.