Soul connect On a solo trip to the by lanes of Lajpat Nagar, a chance brush with the Naturals Ice Cream “parlour”; unveiled a cosy den. A den where two souls connect as one, as the wall of life, embellished with a fabric of kitchen essentials looked on. #WordlessWednesday 59 If you’re interested, here’s how you can join Esha and me for some #WordlessWednesday fun. Well, all you got to do is post a picture that speaks for…
A long Easter weekend is the perfect excuse to get away from our frenetic Parisian life. Pierre has meticulously chosen Briare, as our destination. I can’t wait to lay my eyes on Canal de Briare, the oldest canal in the world that runs almost thirty meters above the spectacular river Loire.
A quarter of a brand new year is over; almost. Yet, it seemed the shortest month of the year, was the longest. Simple ironies of life, you see. February reared its wicked head at me in more ways than one. But instead of bludgeoning it with the defeatist question, “Why me?” I looked it straight in the eye and said, “Try me!”
It was a lazy Sunday. Lazy, as I skipped my cycling plans; an activity that gives my day a very lively kick-start. But then I was also happy to be able to sleep in that extra bit. I slept tad late on Saturday night as I was trying to catch up on some blogs. I was reading Mayura’s blog, Diary of an Insane Writer where she wrote about “breaking up with Whatsapp”. It spoke to me in more ways than one. So yesterday…
After many years of being passionate about fitness, I have come to one over-arching conclusion: Follow a fitness regime that you enjoy. Not that which is in vogue, or that which your friends are doing, or the one that helps you burn maximum calories. After all fitness is not a short-term journey. It’s a life long commitment, that each one of us needs to stick to. Fitness should be as much part of our lives as brushing our…
Last week was epic! It was a “heroic” week, so to speak. Grand and monumental in scale. A week that came with lot of unique experiences and also one that threw plenty of curve balls my way. I guess in totality the “good” and the “ugly” managed to balance each other pretty well, even though precariously. On Monday I visited the absolutely outstanding India Art Fair with the nineteen year-old. And Oh Boy! was I floored? You bet I was…
Celebrating Ma; My Shakti, My Warrior Queen as you would have guessed is a sequel to this blog post from last week. It was written when my family and I were going through a truly testing time, amidst which; by God’s grace, we were holding our ground and staying optimistic. It wasn’t easy to stay that way, given the fact that the doctors had given my mother just a few hours to live. Those few hours got prolonged to a week- fortunately…
This nebulous February afternoon, I realise my post “When the Going Gets Tough, The Tough Get Going” was written with a divine purpose. Everything in life is synchronous. I do not believe in coincidences. That post probably spilled out of my being, so that it could be a reminder that was the only way to be; positive and strong.
It’s been a whirlwind couple of months, and the year has started on a bit of an unravelling note as all of you who follow my blog will know. But then what about those countless blessings that pepper my life with the confetti of joy? How could I forget those and not list them out. It was bleak, gloomy and foggy; all of last week. A weather which I’m not too fond of, and if I’m down in the dumps,…
Ed and Jane had put all their life savings in erecting their two storey home. When typhoon Katrina lashed their city, their warm, cosy hearth was reduced to a dilapidated structure. The kids refused to live their anymore. They said it reminded them of that fateful day. But there was more to it than meets the eye. The occasional sightings under their bed. Their door creaking open at 3 A.M. They had endured it silently, knowing their overtly pragmatic parents…