Day 14 was mired in household chores, literature review (for work) and contemplation. I went to bed early (i.e. 01:00 AM rather than 03:00 AM) and hoped to wake early. I did wake up earlier than usual today. 06:00 AM is much later than my pre- COVID 04:00AM start, but the past couple of weeks... Continue Reading →
Heard this just I opened the page to type. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGP6JP_hAPM I am happy for the life I have lived thus far. I've not had less, nor more. Just enough, of everything; laughter, joy, pain, love, gauntlets, triumphs. Do I regret my choices? If I'm being honest, no. Could I have done things differently? I... Continue Reading →
I. AM. OBSESSED. Before we get into the specifics, read about my physical pursuits here and here or just click on the Runday Monday link above. I have been seriously "lifting" since my second born was about 14 weeks. 8 months and counting now. The sheer physicality of moving heavy things around never appealed to me before.... Continue Reading →
Hella Ladies, This might seem a shallow, trivial post. But as someone who has dry, finicky, extremely fine, curly hair with a sebaceous scalp; great hair days are few and far between. To add to my woes, I invariably end up living in either a humid place, or one that sees too much rain. I... Continue Reading →
on some errands. Mama's busy 🙂 Zoe.
Her eyes keep drifting back to the clock. It's has been a long day. Work, home, work, home. All she wants to do is pass out on her bed. But it's playtime. She is playing fetch with The Little One. She feels restless and anxious. Irritable. Maybe a run would help. She mulls over going... Continue Reading →
Hooray!! Dr J is a little high folks. Apologies, on her behalf. She is drunk on consumerism. Intoxicated with retail therapy. Does anybody around here know the sheer, infrangible pleasure of giving into your vice? Of letting go? Like growing out your hair long and strong. Of conditioning and oiling it. Nurturing it. And then going to the fanciest... Continue Reading →
My parent's hail from this beautiful town, dotted with coconut palms and stuffed with wild shrubs and trees.Lined by the Arabian Sea and the Western Ghats, it's picturesque and like my friends say almost "resort- like". True. But what I love about my hometown is the amalgamated seamless co-existence of the old and new. Of... Continue Reading →
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