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रूह से बहती हुई धुन यह इशारे दे कुछ मेरे राज़ तेरे राज़ आवारा से खो गए हम कहाँ? रंगों सा यह जहां टेढ़े मेढ़े रास्ते हैं जादूई इमारतें हैं मैं भी हूँ तू भी हैं यहां खोयी सोयी सड़कों पे सितारों के कन्धों पे हम नाचते हैं उड़ते हैं यहां सो गयी हैं यह सासें सभी अधूरी सी हैं कहानी मेरी फिसल  जाएँ तोह भी तो डर न कोई रुक जाने की ज़रुरत नहीं ~  kho gaye hum kahaan , Prateek Kuhad "The magic of bali is best experienced on a scooter" he said, "you just gotta learn! shed those fears". She rolled her eyes, this wasn't the first time he had said this, and the worst part is, she knew he was right - she really needed to learn. Bali was still magical to her without the scooter frankly, but she could see how driving far away from the madness of the town to the rice fields would be liberating. As much as she loved her bicycle, cycling 10 kilometers up and down wasn't her scene (or ability). She got up from the dining table they were sharing in this homestay ...

For some reason I thought I posted on July 25th as well. But apparently not. I was expecting the day to be a bit low key and only for myself and also very slow - the way i like it. But it turned out to be quite manic. Quite frankly, I didn't mind it at all - i ended the day with a lovely three, maybe four part meal/drinks sessions with some of my closest friends in Singapore and it's always heartening to spend time with the ones you love and ones that love you back as fiercely. If July 25th is to be a harbinger of the days to come by - I better be prepared, because that means I'll be running from pillar to post for the rest of the year. And truth be told for the last one week or so I have been going quite mad, trying to fit everything and everyone into my schedule. It's nice to be busy - but to be crazy busy isn't very nice as I know from many years of experience. Hey, I get to say  many years to experience  now - after all I am 30 ! We've spoken a lot ...

I can’t remember where I was last year this time. I have clear memories of July 25th but July 24th I don’t remember at all. This year, I am in Bali and flying to Singapore at 10:00pm at night which means I will be in the air at 12:00 am July 25th, celebrating my birthday in the skies for the first time. I hope this flying high thing also spills into the rest of my thirties or at least the rest of this year. And that I’m always supported by two places that I have called home, in this case that is Singapore and Bali. Sometimes I wonder if I have been harsh about Singapore in many of my posts. I have many a time mentioned how I was driven to the point where I needed to leave the city/country and do something else with my life or I would continue being unhappy. I still hold that to be true, but just because I ended up feeling that way in Singapore does not mean that at some point I did not love the city. A little bit of my heart still beats for Singapore and to be frank, always wil...

I always overdo thing. I overthink things. I overfill my schedule. And overwork my body. Frankly, turning thirty to me isn't all that big a deal. She says that now, after having written for a whole month about leaving her twenties , you say. It's true though, I don't dread the 30s, neither will I mourn the loss of my 20s. I am writing this series to get back into the habit of writing that i have sadly given up and also to bid a good farewell, an ode maybe to the years that sculpted the woman I am today. And I love who I am today, so what I'm doing is just a small token of gratitude for all these past ten years and a warning to the 30s to top this, which I am sure it is going to. Let's see, so far I have written about love, about men, about poems, about food, about travel, about my resolutions, about fear, about faith and God, about friendships, about yoga and about gratitude, about fate, about waiting and patience, about indolence and a belief in destiny, ...

Don't give into your fears. If you do, you won't be able to talk to your heart. ~ Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist Have you ever had your heart stop talking to you. Mine does that to me now and then and invariably when I'm asking it to answer me or guide me. And that is always when I'm giving into my fears. Whether it's with men, with pursuing my dreams, with living life exactly how I want to instead of thinking of what people would say, fear of money, fear of being alone, fear of not being worthy of love or not worthy of loving and fear of not meaning anything to anyone. My twenties have been ten years of me identifying those fears and slowly working through them. I wouldn't say I have gotten rid of them completely. If at all, there are some that have gotten worse over time. But in spite of those fears I have managed to keep some dreams alive and coax my heart to talk to me again. And now slowly as I am challenging those fears head on, my heart is rising...

Omg. 4 days to go. In four days I'll be leaving behind some of my most beautiful years but also some of my most traumatic. All lovely learning experiences nevertheless. Speaking of learning experiences, today I want to very quickly talk about being a bit more assertive. A couple of years back my manager at work then told me - I think you need to speak up more and be more assertive. Let's work on these skills and then let's also work on your promotion -   At that time I silently said in my head "yea right, just tell me straight up you don't want to put me up for promotion instead of giving me this corporate mumbo-jumbo". I have always been a believer of hard work speaks for itself and you don't need to be screaming from the rooftops about your "work" for you to get ahead in life, or for your worth to be recognised and rewarded. I have always been and will always be an introvert. I do not come across as one because I am very social and I ...

So today, I ran my first food pop-up in Bali & it was great. It was a lot of work and it was mad, but it was satisfying work! And now, I'm too tired to talk. Tomorrow folks! Ciao!