Soft, Sweet, Skinย 

Okay, so I was never one of those who enjoyed the extremely female ritual of rubbing sweet smelling lotions or creams into my skin. At best I would just use Vaseline for my cracked lips or a bit of hand and nail cream if my hands got too dry. 

However, very recently (about six months ago), did I find great pleasure in using these products. And they just made me feel great. Anatomicals is by far one of my favourite products, followed by the sweet smelling body butters from Bath and Bodyworks. 

Even if I’m running a bit late because my hair took longer than usual to do, I still make sure I rub some lotion on my hands and legs and feet. Not only does it make my skin feel hydrated, but it also just smells so damn good! (Absolutely love the smell of the avocado cream by Anatomicals.) Forget about not having dry skin anymore. I just enjoy the ritual of massaging lotion or cream into my skin. The massage makes me feel fantastic and voila! My entire body feels soft. 

Better late than never, I always say. And I’m so glad I finally found some love for this! 


Travel Bug

I used to love to travel. And then there was this period of about ten years where I just lost all hope of ever being able to travel again because I was made to feel like a bore. I am not the best of travelers. Ask any of my close friends or cousins (well, the only two who will travel with me without much complaint). They’ll laugh and tell you that my antics are hysterical, but I usually grumble about the heat or mumble about how I miss my bathroom back home. 

I am the sort that will book a ticket two months in advance, make an itinerary, pre-check, check, recheck, turn up at the airport nearly three hours early even for a domestic flight, lest I encounter a long line during security check and finally, and finally, I never forget my trusty tissues and alcohol-y hand sanitisers. 

But it was different this time around. I traveled with a friend who made me look at things differently. My grumbling wasn’t ignored, in fact, this friend took my grumbling and turned it into a piece for a stand-up show. I couldn’t help but giggle myself. It made me happy, I realised, to travel, and I didn’t miss my loo back home even once. 

There was a road trip and tiny hotel rooms and lots of scenic mountains. I still managed to get in a grumble here and there, but overall, I was a happy camper. I came to realise that I’m not such a bad person to travel with and that it probably wasn’t my fault completely when I traveled with my ex. (As someone who was more used to being left up to my own devices and antics on vacation, this was pure relief when I felt included throughout the entire trip!) 

I guess when you don’t feel left out, you enjoy yourself more. And I had only felt that the few times I’d traveled with my cousin, who basically used to shut me down and tell me to suck it up and enjoy the place instead or when she would simply have to calm me down for being much too hyperactive. And also, let’s not forget the one time I traveled with my friends for my birthday. Now THAT was a good vacation, even though I barely did anything. 

But I must say, I am in love with the mountains, where the sun rises at 5 AM and it gets dark and chilly by 6 PM. The early morning tea and the yummy eggs made me want to get up and get out. (Trust me, this wasn’t me even a year ago.) I felt like I just wanted to do every single thing. Even though it was difficult for me to climb uphill and I had to stop to pee every two hours. (I think that got on my friend’s nerves, but there was no complaint.) 

Yes, I think the travel bug has bitten me once again. And I sure am re-learning how to enjoy myself when I travel. A few things could change, such as me wanting to follow a plan down to the T, because that doesn’t always happen. But all in all, I think that I am getting back to my days of when I used to love to travel. 

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. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ 

Here’s wishing everyone a wonderful Christmas week. ๐ŸŽ„

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. ๐Ÿพ

Coffee, I love you.ย 

There’s something to be said about a nice hot cup of coffee and warm cookies. Coffee keeps me going through my insane day and I absolutely love it. 

Okay, so I can’t really down an espresso. I’m of the milder cappuccino league. I love the little sips that wake me up with every sip I take. 

Coffee is more of an emotion if you ask me. It’s the whole process that makes me want to come back for more. Also, I’m a total sucker for coffee shops. I could sit at a little bistro the whole day and just read or write and sip endless mugs of coffee. Yes, yes I have done this before. โ˜•๏ธ

Although my day doesn’t start with a cup of this magic potion, it certainly ends with it. Oh, and the million cups in between waking up and going to bed. Ah, bliss. Coffee, I love you.