How much thought do you put into buying a keychain? For the extent of its work life, it serves as an important tool helping us get into doors, cabinets and even safe boxes. But since it exists to perform a function do we put enough thought into something that reflects us? Or do we just use it as a tool of functionality?
I need to take a picture of my assorted collection of keychains. And they can only be described collectively in one word – FUN!!!
Walked into Archie’s after the longest time and felt like I had fallen into a time capsule. Those soft toys, cards categorised by occasion and relationships, mugs embossed with encouragement, planners, stamp and coin albums. So many things I had spent so much time drooling at in my teenage years.
in other news, got to visit this amazing co-working space today. Just the energy in the space was so inspiring. It’s now led to dreams that involve being an entrepreneur interacting with other people in such a space who are also trying to get their companies off the ground.
A friends poignant question about strangers and long term memories associated with run ins with strangers, has opened up a flood gate of memories that involve benches, coffee shops, euro-rails, lakes, hills, elevators, bathrooms in clubs and even trial rooms. Who initiated these conversations, I’m not sure. But I’m sure there was a polite silence before engaging in general small talk that led to the big talk with people I hadn’t met before. I’ve traded stories for hours with a few of them and at times bravely confided facts that I hadn’t told a soul before.
A few of those strangers with whom I’ve kept in touch remember to send me the most lovely winter wonderland pictures from around the world.
From the Carolina’s to Europe actually 🙂
I remember what I wrote in this very blog at the end of 2016, about how I had big plans for 2017 and my prayer was for those plans to work out. The blessing in my life has been seeing how those plans worked out and some of them turning out better than I had ever could have imagined.
- I found some me time in the truest sense.
- Got to fulfill a long held resolution and learnt how to swim.
- In the end I can claim to being 30 pounds lighter physically and a 1000 kilos lighter mentally.
- I got to explore more of the world and re-familiarise myself with the place which is native to my family.
- My little brother got married this year and in the truest sense of the term, I was there for him in every way through that period.
- Saw a major career development which has led me to return to my job with the words Senior and VP somewhere in the title. (And I might as well mention that I have discovered that top jobs bring with it a few extremely interesting perks).
- Rediscovered the side in me that is so much more open to discovery. Had over the years fallen into the rut of reading and watching what everyone else was. It feels good to have broken the mould and have once again been finding material independent of external recommendations, which has resulted in my outlook and knowledge becoming richer because of that choice.
- Learnt to cook almost the entire range of dishes associated with my ancestral part of the world.
- Spent some quality time with the people I cherish and share more of myself with them, versus the fly by visits I had grown accustomed to over the years.
2017 has been a good year and I am incredibly grateful for having had a year that allowed me to take stock of so much that my life has led to. I turn 35 next year and since traditionally it has come to symbolise the mid point of ones lifetime which has the best of all aspects of life. None of the indecisiveness or relative poverty of the teens and 20’s, while largely retaining the health, energy and looks from the past decade. Not yet to mature or worldly to not see and enjoy the world as it is.
2018 is going to be spectacular!!
I’m remembering my auntie’s breakfast table complete with these homemade goodies served with gorgeous cutlery.
The door bell rang one regular fall evening while I was making some tea, and as I opened the door saw the killers from the “Scream” movie at my door. I shrieked, collapsed backwards and ran through the foyer screaming. The people at the door actually had to pull off their masks and console me.
And that is how this Indian girl was intiated into the experience of an American holiday named Halloween. 🎃🎃🎃
Knowing my obsession with doors and doorways, R&D have been sending me pictures from their first fall in Boston and I’ve been loving the way the stoops of people’s homes have been decorated for Halloween. I’m very proud of the filters I applied to a normal looking picture that they sent and made it look so dramatic. In honour of the memory I’m going to find some pumkin spiced latte.
And K being in town seemed like the perfect excuse to have just such a fabulous Monday.
The world and me, in general need more of such Monday’s. Filled with ‘repeat’ orders of moosambi juice, pots of hot tea at tables where sunlight peeps in through shuttered windows, plates of chaat at unassuming roadside stalls, a long drive through nostalgia lane and soulful conversations.