Dating or some such Thing

Dating in your 30s is a whole different ball game. I guess it was easier before. At least that’s what I feel personally. I got introduced to my ex through a friend. I was with him for a whole 7 years before we decided that we weren’t meant for each other. We split up and moved on. I think we made it easier for each other when moving on because neither of us wanted to be with the other person.

After the split, I did try what everyone else was doing. Tinder and those other dating sites. And the one thing I found most common was that people didn’t want to date with the intention of taking it further. And that might work for some, but “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” isn’t really my style. Some suggested being in an open relationship. And some suggested that they would like to be friends with benefits. I never understood these concepts before and I certainly am not getting with the program now. These concepts are literally alien to me and I’d like it to stay that way. 

Sometimes I feel like the romance is just lost. So what is it that people want? “Hey! Let’s be together and pretend like we’re in a relationship. But at the same time we want to be able to see other people. You can’t be jealous if I’m on a date with someone else, but we’re still loyal to each other and have great sex, but we won’t do dates and dinners and movies. We won’t meet each others’ families but friends are okay. Let’s act like we’re married and almost live together, but if we need our space, we can stay away from each other and finally, if this isn’t going the way it’s supposed to, we can call it quits and move on because we were never in love in the first place.

Well, that’s what it seems like to me. I’m quite sure there are a lot of benefits to being in this sort of relationship, but I just don’t see the point. I don’t understand it and I don’t care to. I suppose I’m a tad old-school. If you’re with someone, be with them. Fall in love, go on dates, spend time with each other, invest emotionally and be in it whole heartedly. Don’t like it, break up and move on. It seems quite half hearted otherwise. 

I want the whole deal, I guess. Considering I felt like I was cheated out of it before. I want flowers and cuddles and forehead kisses and a man who’ll say my most favourite words, “I’ll do the dishes.” 

But perhaps because I’m a tad older than 20, I’m a bit more set in my ways and it’s difficult to look at things from a different point of view than what others can do with ease. 

In any case, I’ve currently put a hold on this dating business. For now I’m content with my life. Life’s good. 


My Special Corner

My balcony is one of my most favourite places in my home. I could sit there all day long and work or chill out with friends or simply listen to music and sip my chai. It’s perfect for beers, talking endlessly about almost anything or to just sit down with a book and read to your heart’s content. 

And now that I have these awesome nets up, the pigeons (and other creatures with wings) can’t mess it up by pooping all over my parade. Yes. Those birds were a menace and cleaning up pigeon poop every single day is no fun. (And honestly, it’s super gross!) Good riddance to those pesky creatures, I say. (If you’re a pigeon lover, I apologise. But I really really cannot stand them.)

After the nets went up, I decided that my little balcony needed a serious revamp. I brought out the carpet and the pillows and my tiny table and made myself a little corner on the floor, beside the railing. Fair enough, that when it rains it’s not going to be as much fun, and I’ll have to bring everything inside, but it’s lovely in this season! And Bangalore does have beautiful weather right now. (You know, the kind where you can snuggle up or sit outside and have hot cocoa early in the morning.)

This is now my new space. It’s completely devoid of negativity and keeps me positive. Even the dog loves it. He sits by my side when I read my Paddington Bear stories out loud (yes, I treat him as my audience) or when I just need an extra push to start my day. It’s my special corner and I absolutely and completely love it.  

Stars in my Eyes

It’s Christmas time. It’s the most wonderful time of the year and all that. You know what I’m most thankful for? The love I have in my life right now. 

I am so grateful and thankful for what I have been given this year. It was full of ups and downs and acrosses. But it was still a wonderful year. I had a great birthday, went on vacation more than twice, kept the friends I had (considering how I annoying I can be at times; okay, most of the time), saw my parents love me more if that’s possible and watched my puppy become a stronger, more well-adjusted little fluff-butt. 

Yes. Christmas reminds me that it’s almost the end of the year and that I have much to be grateful for. The past is an island I rarely visit and this year has taught me to let go and find myself in a nice little bubble of happiness that no one can burst. Yes. I’m happy. And I’m glad I am able to say that.

Let’s not forget the Christmas charm and love and joy. 😃 

Here’s wishing everyone a wonderful Christmas week. 🎄

Other Fish in the Sea

So, there’s this girl I know. Amazing woman. Smart and pretty and all that. And she’s stuck on him. That’s great. But when he’s not stuck back or even mildly attracted to her, why bother? But she’s as persistent as my puppy when he sees a treat, that I just had to stop talking her out of it. Yes. I get that you want to be with him. Yes. He kinda wants to be with you too. But he’s not committed to you and is seeing other people. Even if it was just her and him in the mix, that would’ve been fine. But, hell, woman! You’re falling for someone who doesn’t even give you the time of day! He doesn’t even care as much as you do! 

How does one explain to someone that it’s not worth it? Oh, boy. There’s really no talking her out of it. She’s prepping for emotional destruction and I’m prepping for the alcohol and tears that come after. 

To be honest, I’m the kind of person that gets attached to people way too quickly. But I also detach just as quickly. It’s just my thing. I won’t hold on to someone that’s not going to be a part of my life. What’s the point? Live and let live, right? Also, you’re more often than not dead to me if you hurt me and leave me in pieces. 

Yep. I give it a few more months before I get that call. Unless things work out for her (in which case, I’ll celebrate with shots). Otherwise I’m just going to be that friend who listens to everything, pours the next drink and tells her that there are many other fish in the sea. 

(Yes. Jellyfish, because they’ll sting at some point.)


Ah, the most important meal of the day, of course. 

There’s nothing more beautiful than the the smell of freshly made food early in the morning when you wake up. The warm smell of toast and the sizzle of eggs and bacon frying in a pan. The freshly squeezed juice chilling in the fridge. 

Although I’d love to have someone do this for me, where I wake up to this, I like doing it myself for others. Food really does make your day better and hot breakfast with a cup of tea made with love (yep, that secret ingredient), for someone is just an amazing feeling for me. 

Also, I believe that if there’s no love in the food you’re cooking, there’s no point. I don’t cook every day. But when I do, it’s a feast. And I love doing it. Being appreciated for it? Even better. ❤️

So, breakfast. Thanks, dad for teaching me the importance of having good food in the morning. (And, yes. I go easy on the salt now).

Adorable Fool

So, this is my dog. The most adorable creature on the planet, of course. 

I mean, I can’t not love this fool. He’s literally the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Through the good days and the bad, he never fails to be by my side. 

Okay, I was always a dog person, but had never had a furball hanging around the house. And now that I do, my schedule basically revolves around him. I mean, I work so I can buy him expensive treats and fancy toys that he destroys in under 60 seconds. 

The most adorable thing though is, he’s happy when I’m happy and tries to make me happy when I’m sad. Damn. If I’d had him growing up, I might be a very different person right now. But better late than never, I say. He makes me a better person. 

Let me add here that he’s an expert sock theif. There. I said it. I always have one missing sock. And I find it in his little toy box. And he seems to be very thrilled at the concept of playing hide-and-go-sock. My threats fall on deaf ears unless a pack of crisps are being opened somewhere in the house. 

Oh, my adorable little fool. How I love him. And how he charms the pants off anyone who comes home into giving him table scraps when I’m not looking. Little bugger. Love him to bits. 🐾