Chai Time

So, I have this routine in the morning. I take the pup for a walk, run a little, make breakfast and then finally, I make my hot lemon tea and sit in my balcony. 

This tea time, is a special time for me. Rarely do I invite anyone to chill with me on a workday when I’m having my tea. If you’ve been allowed to do so, consider yourself extremely lucky. 

Before the hustle and bustle of the day begins with work and the stress and all that, I take 20 minutes. That’s it. Those 20 minutes are mine. I sit with my tea, in my balcony and enjoy some quality time with myself. I have great conversations with myself too. It’s the only time I think out loud and there’s really no one around to judge. Sometimes I read, sometimes I listen to music and sometimes I just sit on the balcony floor with my puppy and pet him. It’s a calming process for me. The jumble that has taken place the previous night and the brain-drain of the day moving forward, is turned down a notch or two, just by sipping some tea and relaxing my mind. 

It’s almost imperative that I do this every day. I don’t really need a jolt to start the day. What I crave is peace of mind before the day begins. 

Oh, how I love chai time. 😍


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. 🐾