I am finally getting a taste of a seriously cool climate. It's only starting to get cold but for a hard-core Mumbaikar this is Mr Freeze himself. But all the paraphernalia that goes -- woollies, blankets, socks, heaters, brandy, hot tea/coffee/chocolate, snuggling -- with this climate has its own charm.

I finally added some homey touches, as Fiona puts it, to my room --frames, wall hangings & scented candles. Although I still can't make peace with the curtains. I detest those drapes. They are just so...gray.

I am so bloody broke at the moment. This year has been wild for me and and my wallet. While I am sure I'll indifferently smile over all this ruckus in the future, right now I can only manage a well-meaning frown.

I haven't watched any impressive movie in a while. Except for maybe Trick 'R Treat. Somehow my entertainment quotient has dramatically gone down. What's the point of a Bravia in your house if all it's going to air is dumb serials or exaggerated news?

Sometimes emotions can be quite a challenge. To feel things you haven’t thought about, to experience circumstances you didn’t see coming or their turning out differently than what you originally imagined or to not get what you want is what life’s all about.

But understanding its philosophy doesn’t necessarily prepare you for the real thing and the complexities it holds. Being exceptionally sensitive, I am alternately affected and equipped.

At times the struggle to deal with the burden of unwanted change, the newness and fears associated with it, turns on the melancholy switch. Then again I cannot be blind to the positives it entails.

What matters is to observe everything around me, work ‘my way’ around it and never, ever lose perspective. Never give up – your hopes, dreams and self to fit into someone else’s point of view.

There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour. And weathers every sky.
--James Montgomery



Happy Birthday, anupma! Happiness always.

I wouldn’t call them unpleasant but some of my dreams are so unacceptably bizarre. I just don’t want to see them. They mess with my head because they feel so real. Sometimes wiping out traces of something that never happened can be tougher than reality.

Am back in my husband’s town. Missing mom. This is the first ever time I’m going to grow a year older without mom next to me. I wish she could have come. But right now it was just not possible for her. It’ll take me a good amount of time to get used to this new life. Thank god for friends & humour, this fine combination will keep me going for a long time to come.

My husband has some surprise planned for tomorrow. I wonder what he's up to. So that has me smiling. :)

Okay he's here now. So bye for now. :)