No matter how much things change, no matter how many new things come up, no matter how much the world we live in modernises, what we grew up with, will always remain super close to our hearts. They’ll always have a special place in our lives, a place that’s irreplaceable.
Because, this feeling is something that each of us can relate to, because I feel so innately nostalgic about it, here’s me sharing a post about one of my favourite places in the city I live. Do read it and share your thoughts, similar memories and experiences. I’m looking forward to read each of yours.
Read it here 👉 Nostalgia – my city, my home.
What’s with the obsession about how we look?
I’ve always been puzzled on how to react when people compliment me on how I look (which happens extremely rarely). On the contrary I’ve always wanted to impress people with the work I do. Compliment me on my work, my thoughts, my choices, my deeds, my persona – you’ll find my happy.
Criticise my looks, make fun about my appearance and you wouldn’t find me giving a damn. But diss my work, you’ll find you’ve rubbed me the wrong way.
Looks seriously cease to matter. What matters ultimately is the kind of person you are, the kind of work you do, and the difference that you make with your existence.
There are people who enter your lives for a reason, perhaps to teach you an important lesson? They consume your time, your energy, your positivity, then suddenly leave you bereft of it all. You begin to wonder, what went wrong – what is it that you had said or done that has led to this, and try all that you can to figure out, to set the equation back alright,
Only to go through doom all over again.
Let go. Let go of them. Happily. ‘Cause no one is indispensable. No one is important enough for you to lose your sanity over. Let the efforts be mutual. Only then does it become an equation.
First day of the week and I’m drenched from head to toe as I return home, and, I’m famished. The dark clouds always definitely are an indication of something good, but getting drenched in the rain is definitely not my cup of tea. I splatter water all around in the house as I make my way towards my room, when an astonishingly familiar aroma hits me. An astonishingly familiar, yet mouth-wateringly delicious aroma. Patience not withstanding, I ask my mom what she’s cooking and she replies, albeit with a bit of hesitation “Rava Kichdi”
Though I’m more than willing to gulp down anything she gives me, I mock-gag at the name and sneak into my room.
Minutes later, I get to gobble platefuls of hot piping Kichdi generously lathered with the best sambhar on earth.
This, without a doubt, is the BEST meal I’ve ever had, until date.
I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world. Anything.
Each has his own favorite rain-food. Masala chai. Moong Dal Ke Pakode. Bhajiyas. This, has to be mine. 💖
Featuring my landmark post of this year, challenges I enjoyed doing and posts that I loved writing but went unnoticed.
The landmark post of this year has to be this, hands down.
Challenges I took up on my blog this year, had fun doing, and successfully completed.
- The daily prompt challenge where I had to write a blog post inspired by the word prompt.
- The 30 Day Writing Challenge where I had to write a blog post for each challenge of the day.
- The Pen The Picture challenge where I chose one picture prompt for the day and wrote a quatrain inspired by the picture.
Posts that went noticed but totally deserve a second glance.
30 days. 30 posts. One blog post a day as an answer to the challenge given.
And it was a refreshing experience. New. And enjoyable. And fun.
I got to explore aspects of me which I wouldn’t have otherwise, I got around to develop patience, enough, to complete a challenge, each day, for 30 days.
In short, I absolutely loved doing this challenge and I’m sure whoever was part of it with me, during this journey, had fun too. I’d like to thank all my fellow bloggers for their constant encouragement and love.
So until I find something equally, if not more exciting, Adios, Amigos!
P.S. Start reading my 30 day writing challenge
My highs and lows for the month.
Since December has only just begun, I haven’t figured out yet as to what will be my highs and lows.
But I’m planning a few things to accomplish by the end of this month – so I’m hoping they will be my highs.
- Finish my manuscripts and start hunting for publishers or self publish them.
- Begin a bullet journal, organise my day better.
- Begin a monthly expenditure journal. Keep track of my expenses.
- Buy off the entire set of books on my wish list and read them all. I’ve been eyeing them for so many months now, waiting for the prices to drop.
- Bake cakes, brownies.Learn proper cooking using my brand new convection.
- Finish atleast the few of the DIYs I’ve been learning.
- Start practising Gujarati.
As for the lows, they somehow find ways to reach me and pull me down no matter how happy I am. I so wish all the stress I’ve been facing since the past 3 months ebbs away or I find ways to get rid of it ASAP. I don’t think I would want to deal with it anymore.
P.S. This is Day 30 of my 30 day writing challenge