100 days of happiness- milestones.

Day 14.

There's this, this that (past-present-future) has-is-will be the happiest milestone.
My little cupcake, aka the master of devil, much much love and gelati.

cupcaked gelato

100 days of happiness- educe.

Day 13.

There comes a time, when insatiable indulgence gets the better of you. One of those is what I encountered yesterday, and oh the joy of gluttony that gave me the high.
Hot fresh imarti out of the oven, onto the tables and savored by starving-drooling-eyes. Imagine my surprise and satisfaction when the imarti traced my childhood back to me. It hadn't changed one bit. Even years later. From a place that started off from the dust had reached a milestone in life. And I couldn't be happier knowing there are still names-places-faces that retain and cherish authenticity till this date.
It's definitely something when the balmy imarti melted in my mouth while I sat like any other 3 year old on my chatai.

educing milestones.

100 days of happiness- highway.

Day 12.

Sometimes, more often than not, my way is the highway.
Who'd have thought my tuesday would drown drenched in touring across the countryside with my absolutely amazing partner in crime. The dark clouds of taking over with the splatter on the window shield, a hot cup of coffee with a tinge of lightning thunder-storms, and, aah! the snuggling winds swirling.and whining through the padlocks; was just the start of it all.

highways

100 days of happiness- idleness at dawn.

Day 11.

In the thick of pressures and chaos, the sunrise brought about a world of colors.

To bask the centuries away; Nor once look up for noon?

100 days of happiness- sequins.

Day 10.

I'd have put down words and phrases to tell you what's behind the darkness, but then you wouldn't see beyond the light.

"Though my soul has set in darkness
It will rise in perfect light
I have loved the stars too fondly
To be fearful of the night."
-Sarah Williams

mǣnōn

Goonj.

100 days of happiness. Day 8-9.

Goonj. The sound of an echo.
Somewhere, on the broken dusty road to nowhere, I found happiness to last through days. Gunjan, trapped in her own shackles in locks, drew herself out, her vivid eyes saying all there is to speak, listen and see.

kohl.

100 days of happiness- replay.

Day 7.

Replayed over and over again, this is something that just doesn't get old. Investment banking or the council members at the circle of marriage, rules all broken and kept, 2+2 is always equal to 4, every which way.

My best friend. My mentor at so many times. A shoulder. A punching bag. And even a mannequin. Through ups and down, life did wind and wrap us around people, around circumstances, around situations.. But we saw that coming even 5 years back. 5 years later, and still here screaming bewitched by the moment and replayed snapshots.

Replay, because i would live it all over again in a blink of an eye. 

We are two awesum people living life, and living it to the fullest. The bucket list grows faster than it gets struck off.

So so much hayzaqueen love.

Day 7, a complete dedication to this demented butterfly keeping me together. So, to Nikita Das, life is so insanely great. Thankyu.

do(ing) epic shit.

100 days of happiness- in my footsteps.

Day 5.

I wake up every morning nowadays thinking about what may be my tipping point of happiness today to be put up, and found the best for today. My kid sister is all grown up suddenly, from toddling around tagging everywhere to turning into a beautiful girl (no matter ow much i may tease her of resembling a chimp). Can't believe she's already finished school and stepping out in life.
So, my 5th day of happiness is all her in my socks. I'm a proud sister and a very happy mentor!

~Stop for a minute, take a look around. Let it sink in. You're leaving. Leaving behind the 14 years for something greater.
Stop. Glance around. Take it all in. Because its all ending.
You're leaving. Give it a minute, grace these 14 years, but after the minute ends, let it go. Honor the memories, remember the faces, carve it in your heart. These 14 years made you, you. Take a moment, a passing minute, to embrace a new beginning, with a promise in your heart, to make it...worth it.
Make or break your life, remember this school, the 14 years it gave you. And someday, look back, visit again. Feel the nostalgia, relive the stories.You're leaving, but, wherever you go, whatever you do, you take this name (Frank Anthony Public School) with you. Remember, it is your duty, uplift the honor and pride of your school. Because, this is where it all began.
Its not the school I'll miss, but the school life. Not the people, but the person I am with them. I'm not afraid of leaving, but of the change.
(in words of Ananya)

100 days of happiness- checks and stripes.

Day 4.

So, typical monday morning. If you're new to the concept, let me enlighten you a bit with one of mine. I finally headed out to office (after a week's 'work-from-home' *snigggers a bit*) for a crazy super busy day prepping for events amongst 50 million other things. Well, I forgot its monday for everyone else too. So, after a harrowing 2 hour journey on the road, the chocobloc was all worth the giggles and chuckles. As if the day wasn't jammed enough that the overdue new year's celebration (literally) came knocking on the door.

smudged shades.