Wonder what a mango a day keeps away?

I’m literally in mango heaven, having gorged on some 5 varieties of mangoes over the weekend. Mom even cooked them in the two variations that are native to my community to lip smacking perfection. Scooby’s bottle of Cherry Brandy ended up being the source of our collective doom thanks to its deceptively sweet taste and alluring smell. Considering everyone at home was running a bit of a cold because of the constant rains, brandy was voted the obvious choice to go with the evening. And that was how the night disappeared into the mist.

Had a fun evening with Sin&BIL. An eventful evening in which the new car was tested, my mothers mango curries were tasted, hilarious stories exchanged and Rafa took home his 11th French Open title. Why is there so much fun to be had while being teased by friends and retaliating in kind? I think it’s the running theme of my conversation with this family that I like so very much.

Received a sound bit of advice on the work front from BIL and all things considered, I’m going to take it very seriously.

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Gifts of plenty πŸ€©

Food probably is the most wonderful and warm of gifts, isn’t it?

Have just received the biggest batch of mangoes of various sizes from a friends farm, and that really is just the tip of the food iceberg I’ve received in recent days. From a bag of homemade banana chips from Kerala delivered at work, to a young associate who scaled the tree at his moms house to get me Australian avocados and a friend who has lovingly baked a batch of gooey chocolate brownies to say congratulations. I feel so incredibly grateful and am overflowing with joy. I guess all I can do is plonk myself down and enjoy my delicious gifts.

This list wouldn’t be complete without listing mommy’s attempts at marking the special morning that yesterday was.

DEAR UNIVERSE!! JUST KEEP’EM COMING!!! πŸ™πŸ»

A glitter filled weekend

Baba got married and I spent the weekend partying with the most gorgeous family whom I absolutely adore. It was fabulous to be back amongst people who make my heart smile and in whose company I always seem to be a big barrel of fun.

Someone mentioned that my saree made up for the starless skies on the summer night. And that’s a compliment I’m ready to take all the way to the bank.

Being able to pull off an impromptu meet up with a busy friend has got to be one of greatest benefits of having work places at close proximity

N and I spent an hour catching up over lunch by a table next to tall windows with sunlight streaming through the room. The hour just ran away far too quickly from us, while we had conversations dotted with sarcastic jabs and loud laughter.

Only just discovered that the unabridged version of The Count of Monte Cristo has more than 1200 pages!! I’ve been reading this book from the 6th grade and have never realised how much of French history is described in the book. And the number of references to India is staggering.

What is the most interesting interaction you’ve ever had with a stranger?

A picture of the Strangers Project that sparked the lovely conversation with a friend visiting from NY.

I think every child growing up was told not to talk to strangers. I think it’s a valid rule made up by ever concerned parents considering the world we live in and the unspeakable horrors that unfortunately happen right in our neighbourhoods. But does that rule have to apply to us as we grow up too?

Let me put it this way. I love talking to strangers. I’ve been at the receiving end of the most wonderful, heartwarming, inspiring and memorable stories because of the constant need in me to interact with the world. One could also be tactless and simply call it my excuse just to talk more. But I’m sure that the people reading this would never say something like thatπŸ˜‰. Anyway, when I see so many people around me becoming more and more intent on preserving themselves for their online friends or for an ever shrinking circle of people as they’ve aged, I seem to have reached a point where I’m finding it difficult to effectively manage the increasing number of people I value. Some I will never meet again, a major portion of them I’m sure will not be in my life when I turn 40. And there are a few I’m certain I won’t lose even if I live to be a 100.

As I type this I’m recollecting a few interesting run ins I’ve had with strangers this very week. One involves a restroom at the club where me along with 4 random girls become grief councillor’s to a girl who caught her boyfriend cheating. So much solidarity has rarely been seen in a girls bathroom I tell you. The right things were said. The perfect abuses hurled. And sisterly relief was provided.

I’m remembering this fashionably lovely girl at the mall who stood outside a changing room and helped me pick out my birthday outfit (she really should take it up as a profession), a millennial while waiting in line at a waffle store who turned out to be a Bollywood gossip expert who got me to even install an app that she proclaimed was where you can find the “juiciest scoop”. And then there was last night, this pretty girl on a date at the adjacent table on karaoke night with whom I locked eyes every time someone was butchering a classic and we needed someone to roll eyes with. She came over to my table and gave me a hug before she left, which prompted my colleagues to ask me why I hadn’t gone upto my friends table and spoken with her earlier. 😏

But no story will replace my King in the North story. And that historic evening involved a table full of my friends and a bar full of strangers. EPIC!!

Champagne popsicles, a mango cake with the cutest message, cheesecake in a rainy courtyard. Friends. High spirits and a million laughs. All in all – a fantastic birthday!!

Birthdays usually leave me feeling overwhelmed and my heart brimming with a whole lot of gratitude and an understanding of the amount of love I have earned.

Wishing for a year filled with love, luck, laughs (plenty hopefully), kisses, surprises, new learnings, enlightening and silly conversations, lots of money, tastebuds getting treated to brilliant lunches brunches and dinners along with pretty cocktails and heady liquors (but I sincerely wish that none of them show their lasting effects on the waist 🀞🏻).

Happiness is a desk full of gifts waiting for you when you get back from a meeting. My boys are the best. And in the spirit of honesty I’m strangely proud of the “Best Mum” coffee mug 🍷.

I worry about growing up and becoming a person with a life like this

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A person with a life of extreme abundance but no time (or inclination) to experience life in all its reality.

 

 

 

 

A few days spent in a lot of pain because of my ear last week has resulted in quite a few of my colleagues spoiling me rotten over the past few days.

This is a snapshot of the yummy things left at my desk over the past few days. It’s left me feeling a bit overwhelmed.