Letting Go and Growing Up

So much has changed now or maybe nothing has changed. At home with my parents this week and it feels like I am not just reconnecting with them but reconnecting with myself.

There is so much that I’ve been able to let go of. I guess when you leave home things happen. I do not feel attached to a lot of the stuff that I was extremely territorial about and gave them away to my sister today. I was cleaning my room out and my sister asked me, if this was me officially moving out?.

I guess yes and I guess not. I love my parents place and I want to leave some parts of me behind, interspersed with their life and creating what we call home. Mum and Dad are both doing well which makes me extremely happy and sister is taking care of these two baby hamsters that are the cutest things in the world.

Opened my parents fridge and it is spotless and clean as always. Compared it to C’s and my fridge (cause obviously!) and wondered why we aren’t able to maintain it. Perhaps it took my parents years too? or so I like to think because it makes me feel better. My mom is the glue to this family and my dad is the glitter. Blame the book that I am currently reading but I think it is really true.


Growing Up


I really do not know how my mum does it. My parents have been married for almost 29 years now and are able to maintain this extreme balance in their lives that I can only dream of. My dad always and I mean ALWAYS gets home around 6pm and hence my folks neither understand or approve of my work schedule.

As expected mother was against me getting anything from thrift/vintage stores, “Ab toh job hai, naya khareed lo. (now you have a job, buy new stuff)?” she asked and her expression whilst asking that question was priceless. I wonder what my mother liked when she was younger? Maybe I should ask her that.

The earliest memories I have of her revolve around her 80’s fluorescent hoop earrings, her freshly starched salwar kameez and her pencil heels. She always seemed ready to conquer the world, a lot like how I am now in my flats! ha!

I do not possess the grace of my mum but someday I hope to be like her and I hope I can be as amazing a mother as she is.

100 Happy Days; Finding Happiness : Day 1

Happiness to me is a warm cup of tea in the morning…

A smile on the faces of those I love… The rain on my face on a hot summer day…

A good book……….

It’s ironic that while we get busier with this funny little thing called life, sometimes, just sometimes, we forget to live it. We forget that in order to really live we have to savor every moment and be thankful for each day.

My awesome sauce friend (I was going to say dear but awesome sauce sounds far more awesome!) Casey is currently taking part in the 100 happy days challenge on his site, which you should totally check out because you will get to see his adorable little baby Isaiah amongst other awesome things!

So… he is taking part in this challenge, which I highly recommend that you check out, and I thought to myself, hey! this sounds great! I should do it too! because ever so often I feel low and I don’t want to!

In high school before blogs were a thing, I used to keep a journal which I called and still refer to as my ‘happy book’.

It has little notes from people that I love and care about. Needless to say it made me and still makes me extremely happy whenever I read it. The little book also goes wherever I go!

It was given to me by my sister when I was 18 as a New Years’ present but it ended up becoming much more than that. Thank you sisbug! I love you so much!


P.S: This post was going to be about meeting a friend but this seems more appropriate as a start!