Book #1: The PCOD-Thyroid Book by Rujuta Diwekar

Starting sometime in March I decided to start reading at least one book per month. There used to be a time when I loved reading but it has been nearly three years since I have finished anything that I have picked up, and I figured it was high time I start on a healthy habit!! Just so that I can keep myself accountable I thought I’d log everything I read on here. I can’t guarantee presenting a detailed review of everything I have read but I am going to try and that will have to suffice for now! For March, … Continue reading Book #1: The PCOD-Thyroid Book by Rujuta Diwekar

No turning back

Attachment. Are humans inevitably to feel attached to things? What happens when you do lose something that you thought you would never lose, and you feel nothing? Maybe just relief. Like lightning of a burden, like finally waking up and realising the answer to your problem was always there, was so simply, was just waiting to be seen. I have always quite honestly found myself more attached to things and people to an almost unhealthy level. That coffee mug I HAVE to have my morning cuppa every day That one pen I carry with me for important work That one … Continue reading No turning back

Routine is not Rut?

The week’s been quite reflective. It seems to me, that every 20 something year old goes through a phase where they realise that there was always so much beauty in you, in me and in everything and for whatever reason we believe the lies that are fed to us, until one day you look at an old photograph  and wonder why you did not believe in yourself enough. No, I’m not going to go off on a rant about self-love and self-appreciation, trying to convince you and me that you are beautiful, you always have been, it’s just been a … Continue reading Routine is not Rut?

Picture Wednesday

Week one This week’s picture is of this beautiful canopy I found just outside my workplace. It’s been a very slow week, constantly plagued by fear of not doing the right thing, fear of letting things get by and worst of all the fear of slipping back into the slump that I might just have crawled out. Sitting under this just for a few minutes because I wasn’t quite sure what to do next made me realise how I am almost forgetting that the most simple things bring me joy. In a city clogged with traffic, where there is barely … Continue reading Picture Wednesday

Chaos is Inherent…

You have everything under control until you don’t Maybe life is not about having everything under control While there is order in the madness what does one do when they feel compelled to have it all figured out? We are all creatures of habit. Blessed with the ability to think but cursed with the need of heeding to what the heart wants. They say nothing is over until you stop trying, and I know life isn’t all about the sunshine, but what do you do when you prefer to stay shivering in the rain for five minutes of sunshine, hoping … Continue reading Chaos is Inherent…

Bullet journaling and other experiments

Am not a new year new me person, but I sometimes am too reflective for my own good! I love making lists, crossing things off them and maintaining a journal about whatever I feel like. This habit has more to do with my obsession with stationary and less to do with all the emotionally healthy benefits maintaining a journal should have. The idea of maintaining a diary was imbibed at a young age by my mother who felt I was never an expressive child. Maybe growing up I have come to acknowledge that  I bottle up every damn thing eventually … Continue reading Bullet journaling and other experiments

You’ve only got to Start

Eight months ago, I moved to a city I never lived in not just armed with a degree in journalism, but also a severe back injury I wish I had paid more attention to back then. While living in denial seems like the easiest thing to do, reality isn’t far behind and will be sure to knock you out before you comprehend what hit you. That’s exactly what happened, about a month into my “adulting” what i kept ignoring as sore muscles jolted me out of sleep at 3 am and I could move nothing but my upper body. Thinking … Continue reading You’ve only got to Start