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Dear First Strand Of White Hair, I don't know when you grew up. You grew up even before I did. At first, I couldn't see you until my parlour aunty spotted you hiding behind others. I ask why. When you can shine over others, why'd you hide. But that's okay. I understand. You think, I'm ashamed of you. You don't know how proud of you I am, you stupid grown up. You're one of a kind. Everytime I visit the parlour, parlour aunty tells me to chop you off, but I say no. You're so precious to me. Do you know people don't live enough to have you? I'm lucky to have you. You're a treasure. Don't worry. Stay there without any stress. It's a safe place. Before you know, you will have a bunch of friends around you. You all will be like a family. You all will rule over my head one day. You being the oldest amongst them will stand out just like you do now. You will be their first generation. They'll look up to you, just like my eyebrows a

I've written before on how much I love gifting. Getting things customized, wrapping them with a cute gifting paper, and putting a nice, bouncy ribbon on it. This is how every gift looks. What is 'Joy of gifting' if not the joy of giving. Gifting is more often to see a happy reaction, happy tears, and to receive tight hugs. I think that's all we expect in return. Some friends point at the things they like while window shopping or send links/screenshot of the things they want. This makes gifting easier. After all, after years of friendship, there's no need to be formal. Everybody doesn't do that. There are times I don't understand what to gift someone. There are many reasons to it. Either that person already has everything he/she wants in life( I mean, all the material things) or they are capable enough to buy it anytime they wish to. It is difficult to think of something *out of the world* for someone who has everything they need or want. Have you faced t

26 July 2005. It's been more than ten years to that day, but whenever it rains heavily in Mumbai, most of us here say "It's raining like 26th July" or "26th July is here again" as if the rain gods have set a benchmark for us. Everyone who stepped out of the house or stayed indoors that day has some story to tell. I've heard three kinds of '26th July' Stories. 1) The absolutely unaffected ones: These were the people who were living far away from flooded areas, the ones who got back home before the deluge happened or the ones who were out of station. 2) Moderately Affected Ones: They had to struggle to get home, some got stuck in office for two days, others were stuck in traffic for one day or were stranded in some public space.Good part was they were safe wherever they were. They managed it somehow and got out of it later. 3) Super Affected Ones: This has a long list, but I'll make it short for you. These were the ones whos

Yes. It's not a book review. It's about how I felt when I was reading her book: Becoming . Firstly, I'm not someone who has read many books. The number of books I've read cover to cover, I can count them on my fingers. I can say this one is my favorite amongst them. I've always been fond of this lady and her beau turned husband. One of my friends even texted Barack Obama on Instagram to request him to wish me on my birthday. Can you believe it? Of course, he didn't reply. He has much greater and better things to do. I have stalked this couple enough to scroll down till the end of their social media pages to read each caption under every photo, just to know them better. I remember watching the former President Obama on TV cry when he found out about gun violence in one of the states in the U.S. I have watched this couple in their individual appearances on the Ellen Show. Also, YouTube videos of Obama getting burgers and fries for the people in the White H

Today, I'd like to alter the famous quote, 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder' by saying, "Art is in the eye of the beholder", and where there's art, how can beauty go missing? I feel, Imagination is the mother of all the art there is. I even have a T-shirt that says 'Imagination takes you places'(SO TRUE). For creating Art, all you have to do is Imagine! The resources for making Art are actually Free. You are the raw material. You are the process and finally you are the Masterpiece. I'll tell you a secret about how to enjoy art to the fullest. Just remember these words: YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE GOOD AT IT. As a child, I always dreamt of becoming a dancer, a good dancer. I wanted to dance in award shows or become a background dancer. I had daydreams about choreographing a song for Madhuri Dixit. If 'High Hopes' was a person, it was me. It's okay. You can laugh on this. Growing up, I lost touch with professional

While Rikshawalas are most hated for their habit of rejecting customers, there are also a few reasons to love them. At least I have some reasons. Some, I repeat. In this blog, I am listing down 5 reasons why I love or hate Rikshaws and Riksha drivers. Last one is super special to me. No, don't be lazy. Read everything, okay? Super Power to Attract Rikshas Everytime Mom and I head out to go somewhere in the city, all of a sudden, there's a ricksha either standing right in front of the gate, or coming towards us from a distance. I don't know how to thank the universe for this coincidence. Okay, but this happens only when I am with Mom. Not when Mom and I go out individually. This is strange. For the very same strange reason, Mom has given me the title of 'Riksha Magnet' and I take pride in it. It's been years since I've been working part-time under this unofficial Job title and it is yet to be listed in my C.V. Monsoon Dates in a Riksha I remember i

Note: This is a 'straight out of my heart' blog like all my other ones, but I didn't feel like reading it before pressing the 'publish' button. Keeping it real, raw, and simple. Past six months, I have spent most of my time at home because I was extremely sick. During the day, I was either sleeping or thinking whether to sleep less in order to balance my sleep at night. I didn't have enough energy to watch a 5 minute YouTube video till the end. You may wonder what sickness was this. For now, I would like to keep it personal. Because I'm not here to rant. I just want to talk about the fun part of being sick. People suggested I should watch series on Prime and Netflix. I pushed myself and completed a few seasons of Suits. I went ahead and watched 'This is Us' which was emotionally heavy for me. Ohh! And how can I forget 'Marvelous Mrs. Maisel'. But it was all mentally tiring. I read three books: Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck, Dolla