Yes, I know that with the mercury levels rising every day (not to mention the amount of sweat produced) there is nothing much to love about summers. But then every season has its own goodness and shortcomings too. Here is what I currently love about the season – (more…)
I am in my late twenties & unmarried. I have a 9 to 5 job to take care of my bills & even lend a helping hand to my parents every now & then. Owing to my financial independence & understanding & supportive parents, I am living a life of my own choices. I travel to far & near places whenever I can gather up the resources; I wear & eat whatever I feel like, etcetera. In short I am living life on my own terms……at least till now.
Jingle bells, jingle bells,
Jingle all the way.
Oh! What fun it is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh.
May the magic of Christmas bring you loads of happiness, fun & cheers into your life….Merry Christmas!! 😀
“The table is one of the most intimate places in our lives. It is there that we give ourselves to one another. When we say, ‘Take some more, let me serve you another plate, let me pour you another glass, don’t be shy, enjoy it,’ we say a lot more than words express. We invite our friends to become part of our lives. We want them to be nurtured by the same food and drink that nurture us. We desire communion. Every breakfast, lunch, or dinner can become a time of growing communication with one another.” ~ Henri Nouwan, Bread for the Journey
Food is something I love…a lot. No matter how high a particular dish counts in the calorie scale I will still eat it if I love it. At the best I can moderate the amounts I gulp in…but that is all I can do in the name of healthy eating. 😛
The very word – food – evokes passionate emotions in me. How can you turn your face away, from perfectly barbecued chicken pieces / kebabs, the delicious oils dripping of all its goodness, especially on a cold, foggy winter night? How can you say no to a platter of lentil or onion fritters with a cup of tea on a wet, monsoon evening? How can you say no to a tall, chilled glass of lemonade when you come home from shopping one summer day? Naah! I cannot. (more…)
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Author – Preeti Shenoy
Blurb – Sometimes you have to keep on chewing so that you can extract whatever you can out of it. At times, the bubble you blow bursts unexpectedly and you are left with a sticky mess. Sometimes you lick it slowly and relish it. When you greedily bite off more than you can chew or a hard boiled sugar candy slips down inadvertently, you bear the pain as it makes its way down the food pipe. At rare times, when you manage to strike just the right balance, a feeling of contentment reigns supreme. Life does not come with an instruction manual, but you can still convert it to ‘Do it yourself’ kit! It throws you surprises. When it trips you, you figure out that the best way to deal with it, is to just lie there and laugh, before bouncing right back. (more…)
“I love walking into a bookstore. It’s like all my friends are sitting on shelves, waving their pages at me.”
~ Tahereh Mafi
I started online shopping for books with www.flipkart.com, since 2009. It was referred to me by a friend. The experience was amazing. Along with the ease of searching for my favourite book to the ease of navigation through the site to the process of ordering and finally getting it delivered at my doorstep in a maximum of 2-3 days was awesome. I simply loved the process. I still am doing it.
Back in those days, when I was in school, I had to save for months from my pocket money so that I can buy my favourite book. Buying books in book fairs every year was a special treat from Dad. Since then I had promised myself that if I manage to have a job after completion of my studies, I will make it a point to buy books every month. I will collect all those books which I had borrowed and read from my friends, library, etc. and then I will have a library of my own, consisting of all my favourite books. And coming across flipkart seemed to be a good way to fulfill my dream. 🙂 Now, right after I get my salary, I buy books every month from flipkart, without fail.
Yesterday I was out shopping with my sister and while walking on the footpath I saw a quaint little bookstore tucked in between some other big shops. In the city I live, there is a place where all the bookstores are located and very few are scattered in the main junctions of the city. But this little bookstore was situated in the busiest road of the city, a place where I least expected for it to be located at. And at that moment I realized, with great surprise, that I cannot even remember the last time I had visited a bookstore. I was getting late and could not enter it. But it set me thinking. I realized I had forgotten the joy, the pleasure that I found in a bookstore. I had forgotten the peculiar smell, of old books and new; the colourful maze of books through which I made my way to find my book. I had forgotten the joy of stumbling across new books in mismatched shelves and under handwritten signs. I had forgotten the happiness and excitement of wanting to buy every book in every rack of the store. I had long back forgotten the joy and pleasure that I used to get while making my purchase of a book in a physical bookstore. I had forgotten the pushing and making my way through the hundreds of people in a book fair. And this realization made me feel sad, in a different kind of way, a feeling I have never experienced before. I have associated books with only goodness & happiness & positivity. So this feeling was kind of different…. and unique…..
I have been successful in fulfilling my promise to myself, of buying books every month. But in the process of looking for ease and convenience of keeping my promise & getting some discount, I had foregone the joy and happiness of the process of searching, touching and smelling books. I have, long back, forgotten the feeling of being transported to a secluded place, a kind of cocoon building around me, where I have all the time in the world to relax and escape into the creative minds of the authors & their stories that have been immortalized in print, for generations to discover. I always say that I am never going to buy a kindle and read e-books because for me, they cannot equate the pleasure of a physical book – flipping through pages and smell of the book….. And now I realize, the same goes for a physical store and an online store.
So I promised myself, that along with online purchasing, I will visit a bookstore, every now and then and relive my experiences inside a bookstore – the smell, the colours, the confusion, the new discoveries, the little chat with the store-owner…..and everything else. I am not that busy that I cannot find some time to spend in doing something which brings happiness for me. I can never be that busy. In our fast moving lives, it is sometimes necessary to stop for some time and do things we like and love. I can always catch up with the others and even if I am late & left behind, my heart will be happy.
“I don’t want to be in my car all day. I love getting up in the morning in Venice & walking my dogs down to the café to get my tea, and then perhaps going to a bookstore and sitting and reading, then walking to the beach”.
~ Jessica Chastain
After a long and tiresome day at office, on reaching home I laid down on my bed to straighten my spine. I had switched off the lights to create a serene and peaceful ambience for myself, so that i could relax. Suddenly I felt a ray of light on my face. The curtains in my room had been drawn down. So I tried to check where the light was coming from. I live in the 2nd floor of my building and there were no high lights anywhere nearby. Then, I got a peek of the magnificent moon, shining brightly, through the ventilators of my room. The picture was such a breathtaking one that it kind of pulled me towards it. I opened the windows and sat in my bed to appreciate the Creator’s splendid creation.
I like the moon. I get a warm feeling when looking at the moon at night. My corporate life had grasped me in such a way that I had forgotten to pause and admire the beauty of nature. It has been quite some time since I have been able to spend any amount of time admiring the beautiful night sky. The full moon across my window made me realize this. Till my student life, from childhood to post graduation days, I always had some time to look at the moon and take in its brilliant radiance. It kind of rejuvenated me and filled me with a different kind of energy. As a kid, in the summers, when there used to be load shedding in my hometown, all the other kids in my neighbourhood along with my sisters had a nice time staring at the sky – at the moon and stars, trying to locate the pole star, constellations, etc. I kind of felt sad thinking about those days of carefree life and having time to stop and have a look at the world around me.
When I was looking at the moon that night, it seemed to be smiling majestically in the sky and reminding me of the good old days. It was enriching the beauty of the night. It was simply gorgeous! The moon seemed to be soaking away all my fatigue and filling me up with peace, calmness and happiness.
The moon changes its shape at regular intervals. The full moon fascinates me the most. And so does the crescent shaped new moon. For me, the former signifies the completion of a journey undertaken and the latter means a new beginning for me. This is infact how life is – after every completed journey, we embark on new ones.
Today, looking at the moon, I have realized there are positive things in life and these things make life beautiful. Life may be unfair or mean sometimes but if we have hope and faith, all the negativity and ugliness can be buried or overshadowed, by these positive things.
“The moon is a loyal companion.
It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.
Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.”
~ Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me