Some joys thankfully never get old. Like planning a water balloon fight 😈

 

 

I got to celebrate Holi in the best kind of way possible with my team. The kind where pictures are completely forbidden. And I can safely say that people really got in on the insanity once they realised there were gonna be no receipts. At one point I started resembling the idols in the temple during abhishekham. The boys were just impossible!! Reminds me of a Smirnoff ad from a few years ago.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In complete contrast, there’s a group chat conversation with the girls on the topic of buying stuff just for their pretty/present value that usually end up lying unused on shelves and in corners of cupboards for years. Goaded by the conversation I went around the house and just in one cupboard alone discovered about 10 t-shirts and kurtas and a couple of dresses with their tags still attached.

A few unnecessary stuff I’ve spent good money on just in the recent past 🤦🏻‍♀️.

 

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Doling out copious amounts of our own personal brand of madness since 1991

The gang is back!! (minus 1), and there is just so much to do. There are drinks to be had, plans to be made, legs to be pulled, souls to be barred, songs to be danced to, every topic on earth visited/re-visited, new discoveries to be made(read tortoise birthmarks and feeler) both about the past and the present and long drives/sleepovers to be savoured.

’tis the most wonderful time of the yeeeeeaaarrrrrrr🎼

It’s December and quite a few pressing deadlines are staring me straight in the face

And thats exactly why I’ve spent portions of today grabbing coffee at favourite cafes, making funny house calls that involve roaring with laughter at sad little Christmas trees (courtesy K), making meet-up plans with the girls, having long soulful/funny/insightful talks with men I adore (Bhat Saab & Micky) and now blogging about all of it. 🤦🏻‍♀️.

Also, I’m contemplating how beautiful Keanu Reeves’ walk still is. The man bloody glides.

A discussion about a recipe led to me remembering things my mother sends back home with me after a visit. Along with a portion of yummy food leftover from Sunday’s lunch, I’m usually provided with some form of fresh produce sourced from my parents garden. I wonder what the others are carrying in their bags after a visit to their parents homes.

Last weeks goodies.

A day of juvenile joys and belly laughs

Spent a fun evening with a young bunch of hilarious people who made me laugh until I was physically in pain. I’m incredibly happy about having been introduced to shortcuts like Ctrl-e, getting a demo course on how a cow scratches its ears and wondering about kitnaaaa bada saamp.

There was a point in the evening when I resembled a goldfish and couldn’t even breathe let alone speak, but rocked back and forth slapping the table silently. I’m all sorts of grateful to be able to actually have people who would light up my day with a million watts.

In the spirit of my fun day, a fun Whatsapp forward.

Later in the night over multiple cups of pressed coffee, I had a lovely reminiscing conversation with P about hilarious times from the past. About the jolly 2011 gang and insane memories from the sleepovers of our late teens and my college gang from the twenties.