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 😎.

There’s just something so charming about a church wedding

Lots&Zar make a such a beautiful couple and I’ve been drooling at all the DIY touches around the venue.

Roger&Jenny’s beach wedding in Goa almost feels like a such a faint memory now. Maybe it was the reunion with my college gang, maybe we were just young and giddy or maybe it was Goa; but that still remains one of the most fun weddings I’ve been a part of.


In the meantime, I’m re-reading the Harry Potter series from the very beginning and my revisions have been thoroughly enjoyable and I feel constantly stumped at the degree of magical details carried in them. A fantastic passage from the first Harry Potter book:

There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn’t open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren’t really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot. The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other, and Harry was sure the coats of armor could walk.

Hmph. When the chance to read one of these romantic novels makes itself available, I seem to gravitate towards books with the same elements like 

a brooding hero (a tall, hot, brooding hero with a strong chin and an angular jaw. Preferably one who is also rich like Cole Harrison, but Will Parker will do too). A bit insecure but a strong heroine (a b-e-a-u-tiful heroine with creamy skin and a thin waist), a crazy past that one of them is trying to hide, mixed emotions, blush inducing conversations (usually the rosy tinge adorns the heroines cheeks), intense happiness, sad reflections, a period of separation wherein the realisation of true feelings towards each other dawn, homecomings and the intense emotions of reconciliation.  

And usually a baby at the end. 


Kingdom of Dreams made for a wonderful re-read. Nav lent it to me during our 3rd semester in engineering college and I recall feeling so swept up in the story that I told my parents there was a test the next day and stayed up “studying” till 4 in the morning to finish this book. It’s safe to say I didn’t get much sleep after that on account of the big goofy grin adorning my face as I lay recollecting certain passages involving Royce Westmorland. Those teenage years were the absolute best at times. I don’t think I feel emotions with the same level of intensity as I did back in those years. 

Things I dont feel like doing today

  1. Moving.
  2. Leaving the comfort of my bed.
  3. Stop eating all the yummy food mum is doling out from the kitchen including 2 of my favorite curries using mangoes – slurrrrppppp!!
  4. Taking a shower (but mum is outright refusing to give me lunch if I don’t. :()
  5. Driving back to my apartment. 


I’m remembering camping in Key West and waking up to the sight of the endless Atlantic Ocean. Almost feels like a memory from another lifetime.