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The real girl’s guide to summer style

11 Apr

The real girl's guide to summer style

Let’s face it, leather skirts and jean play-suits, no matter how cute they might be, are not what the “every girl” would like to reach out for when the sun is out on a mission to burn us down to our bones and when staying cool beats ‘looking chic’ on its way to become our top priority.
However, we can’t let that happen, can we? We refuse to give in to the heat and become sad enough to not bother about how we look. That’s for the faint hearted. Not for those who still want to hold on to their self esteem. Not for those who prefer a challenge.
So, when the question was put to stylish women who seem to pull off the ‘laid back summer chic’ look to perfection, here is what we got-a list of go to, fool proof looks sure to leave you looking chic no matter how hot it is outside.

Festival ready.

Festival ready.


1. The ‘Coachella’. Inspired by festival dressing there is an obvious reason this look comes into limelight in these summer months. Two words-short and comfortable. Anything in your wardrobe living up to those words is perfect for this look. Crop tops, short shorts, huge hats and flats with bright and catchy accessories and satchel bags will complete this look for you making it perfect for the laziest and warmest of days.

Basics.

Basics.


2. Back to basics. White tees, blue jeans, mini skirts, collared shirts, bright bags and big sunnies-you get the picture right? Keep it minimal, yet add a touch of yourself via the accessories or a bold statement on your shirt and you are good to go.

The Bohemian.

The Bohemian.


3. The Bohemian. This look is not just the easiest to pull off but it also allows you to be at complete ease while keeping you from getting too hot. All you need for this look is an eye-catching, breezy maxi dress with dainty sandals and as much arm candy as you can take coupled with the up-do of your choice. And, just add your favorite shades, for that extra something.

Fear not the shear.

Fear not the shear.


4. Go shear. And feel just as sexy as you would like, while staying cool. ;-)

Tunic fantasies.

Tunic fantasies.


5. The tunic. Tunics have to be the best and most investment worthy item for this summer season. Light, loose, sexy and versatile, your wardrobe is just begging to have some of these. Couple them with jeans, shorts or even tights and they would give a different finish every time.

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6. Pastel affairs. You can’t go wrong with this look. You just can’t, for there can not be a better combination then these ice-cream reminding colors and summer.

Midi love.

Midi love.


7. Midi-love. These stylish, ‘airy’ and easy to carry skirts are perfect for those days when even the touch of cloth on your legs seems like too much to handle. To make it perfect, couple it with a crop top.

Need. Want. Crave.

7 Apr
Meditative introspections.

Meditative introspections.

Need.

Yoga. I need to get this meditative exercise back in my life as much for my body as for the peace of my mind. It calms me down to my soul and there is no place better I have found answers from. It lets me see everything as clear as the morning sky on a sunny day. And right now I need that clarity more then anything, I need to bring back that focus in my life. I need that power of meditation to help me get my priorities a little straightened out.

Un-blocking...

Un-blocking…

Want.

It’s both a necessity and a want at this time, that I get over my writer’s block and keep working on my novel. I have had these blocks before but the periods have never been this long. I need to let out all the pent up “writer’s energy” but in the right direction. On one facade it might seem like a superficial wish, but on another more creative level, you will get where this wish is springing from.

Comfort food.

Comfort food.

Crave.

I have been cutting out on all things non-veg little by little for some time now, which here in my country isn’t easy. But what makes it worse? Watching your loved ones munching down on all that meat goodness. A good thick burger, preferably one particular Mushroom and Swiss thick from Hardee’s is what I am craving to my core right now. It’s not something hard to get, but almost impossible for me to take. So, I will just fantasize about it. For the next five minutes. Or hours.

Till next time,
Gull.

“My dreamland.”

29 Mar

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I know, you don’t have to say it, I was supposed to keep up with the series I started and, obviously, I should be killed because I didn’t.
But, here is the honest truth, I have the second part written and edited and ready to be published. However, I can’t, not yet. For somehow all the three things on that list I either ended up getting or I realized it wasn’t one for me. And I will have to rewrite it.
That, though, isn’t why I am here writing this. Rather I want to share with you some amazing news.
This week started on a very confusing note for me. I was in an emotional roller coaster moving from excitement, to anxiety, to self-doubt, to sadness and even up to depression and then free-falling down into a blissful state of happiness. The reasons for all of that? In no particular order, it included, my brother’s continuing visit, great news about a friend’s relationship status, another on one’s career platform, the dread of the said brother’s departure back to USA the same week, an impromptu trip out of city and the best of outcomes to the same visit.
That’s just the summarized version, yet I mention this all for it would let you know how utterly beautiful it was to have a week that started on such an awkward end to be leaving me with such an amazing sense of happiness, relief and, maybe above all, excitement.
The reason to that? The whole thing will be a surprise but I can tell you this, I got my visa approved to go to what I like to call “the land of dreams”. And I can’t wait to go there this very summer even though I will have to take some time off from my university.
But, honestly, life is about prioritizing and as the trip involves not just a wish coming true but a loved family member, it’s clear to see where my priority lies.
Honestly, I am so happy right now that I can’t even type calmly. And neither can I wait to tell you about the country I am going to.
But, till I can, pray that the last of complexities work out smoothly. And understand that I tell you this for you all mean that much to me.

Love all of you,
Gull.

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Need. Want. Crave.

19 Mar

In life there are levels in everything. In friendship, in love, in success and even in failure-there are levels in everything. There is one and there is zero and a million digits in between.

In the same way there are levels to our urges-some are logical others completely impractical and some are the in-betweeners. This month I will be starting a new series where each week I will share with you what I need( the logical urge), what I crave (the illogical one) and what I want (the in-betweener).

Need.

St. Anne Resort

St. Anne Resort


A vacation. A weekend getaway to an exotic yet secluded town somewhere in the Caribbean or France with my bestie and my laptop as my only companions. Or even a secluded spot within my country would do right now. Why? Because honestly, right now, anything away from here would be wonderful, for my brain as well as my oh-so-tired body.

Want.

Kate Spade, Claremont Drive.

Kate Spade, Claremont Drive.


This utter beauty of a bag from Kate Spade-the Claremont drive Marcella-it is not just the perfect shade for the long summer coming our way but its size is just perfect for those of us who lug the whole world around in their bags. Practical and beautiful? Wow.

Crave.

Chiara,, Blonde Salad.

Chiara,, Blonde Salad.

Just look at this beauty and tell me how can you not fall in love with it? It is from MSGM pre-fall 2014 collection. Put in other words? I can just stare at it and swoon like a teenager would at that unattainable crush. Sigh.

What are you dreaming about this fine Tuesday?

Truly. Madly. Deeply.

1 Mar

I wrote this past month of love and didn’t deviate from the topic.
But I didn’t touch two forms of this emotion for they are indescribable, for me at least.
They are the bond we share with our mother and the affection we have for our father.
My friends are my life, my siblings my rocks to lean on, my books are impossible for me to be without, my nephews the light of my eyes, my niece my bundle of sunshine, coffee my elixir and fashion my favorite drug.
Yet if I even combine all these emotions along with the awe, respect and absolute devotion my parents inspire in me-I would not be able to describe what I feel for them, nor how important their presence in my life is.
It won’t be an understatement if I say that I would go to the ends of this world for them. And here is a little secret, I have already planned out my life with them in every aspect of it, and in a way so that every moment would feel like I am living it for them.
To make them proud of me, to let them hold their heads up high because of me-that’s the goal in life. And no step to it is hard for me, because their love is my life.
Some would say I have a case of hero-worship for my dad. Maybe they wouldn’t be wrong. A man who believes (and practices) in the notion that the worst trait in anyone is lying, who hasn’t cheated once in his life, who is hardworking to a level where his own health has suffered and yet takes care of himself and his family to the best of his capacities, who believes in justice, would never falsely flatter someone to save his life and who isn’t scared of the most influential of people nor bedazzled by money or fame-how could I not idolize him? Although the list could go on, two traits of him that have always inspired awe in me would boil down to his infinite love for my mother and how he gave up his job, his rank and is continuing to fight with the current system just to support what’s right and to shun injustice.
How, then, do you think I could do anything but put him on that pedestal where no one could ever dream to be?
And my mother. Oh, that daring, daring woman. She taught me how not to be a doormat, let me in on the secret that we women are stronger then men, let me know that my intelligence was far more important then my beauty and at the same time taught me how to be soft, caring, nurturing. She is always there for all of us, in every way. In fact, sometimes it is a little upsetting too, how it seems that she gave up too much of herself, her life and her time for us.
But then, she believes her children are her greatest achievement, so who am I to say anything?
I don’t, really, have words to describe my emotions but I believe all my readers know what I feel so I bid adieu to February by raising a glass to the best form of love I know.
That for my parents and from them.

Happy March you all, until next February remember to keep showing people you love what they mean to you because one day is not enough to let them know their importance.

Yours truly,
Gull.

For the love of feminism.

27 Feb

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“Like a whispered dream,
On a warm summer’s night,
Perching upon her flushed skin,
A simple flash of light,
In the depth of the everlasting darkness,
A promise for the thirsty traveller,
The last foothold for the trekker,
A chance she couldn’t slur.
It came to her when she was drowning,
In a sea of bleak failure,
The promise of a feather not a wing,
Yet it was enough for her.
She held on to it, her lifeline
Her salvage, her hope flared,
With it she let her faith entwine,
And she pushed herself forward.
She knew now what had to be done,
The cords she had to cut,
She would stay there for none,
Move on she must, she would.
Her heart might be breaking,
But her spirit now was hers
For keeping, for healing,
And she wouldn’t give up.
So she cut away her binds,
And rose from the ashes of what was,
Ah, at last, she was released,
From her memory’s ensnaring claws.
Such sweet relief, her moment to shine,
She was in her glory,
She had conquered and won,
That’s what she chose,that was her story.”

It’s sad, that in today’s modern world where everything seems to be better, brighter, faster and where we are breaking through all the past confines of our minds we still continue to use this one word.
Feminism.
Not just use it, rather we relish the snide way it rolls of our tongues.
Do you know why? Because even now, if a woman stands and demands for more then being given to her, talks of her rights and the ways she has been slighted by men, or (God forbid) gives out her opinion and views confidently, she isn’t viewed as a woman voicing what could and should be taken as “human” rights. Or a person just bringing light to an issue of importance. Rather she is treated to be from another species, despised by those who don’t understand her, sneered at by those who know they won’t give her more space, pitied by those who see nothing but stupidity in her. And her whole race.
Hah. A feminist. She isn’t to be trusted, respected or listened to-only those of her own kind will do that. Us? We should just mock her. Make her regret choosing this path, ensure failure for her at every step and continue to label her.
Stereotype her.
Although generally stereotyping is bad, but for anyone who stands up and speaks for a woman-in any form-let’s just forego all the usual morals and norms and give them an entertaining caption.
How beautifully two-faced and shallow we can be. Yet how highly we can think of ourselves.
I believe in equality between genders, I believe we are better or worse from each other not based upon what gonads we possess or not-I believe that when color and creed aren’t grounds for discrimination, gender shouldn’t be.
Does that mean I belong to the lesser race of the “feminists”? Maybe. But then you, who love to point at me and laugh at me, belong to no race at all.
Human race, as it would stand to be, had shun out people who judge so blatantly, so quickly. So harshly.
I dedicate this post to women who love themselves enough, respect others of their gender enough and expect from the general race just enough to speak up for themselves, for their sisters and for anyone-be it man or child-who is oppressed.
For when we do what we are doing, you might see it as feminism. We just see it as a war against what’s unfair, a fight for the weaker people. An effort to free the oppressed and strengthen the weakest links.
I do not however, dedicate this post to feminism. Would murder the whole point now wouldn’t it?

Loving the women of our world is so easy, respecting them an easier consequence of the emotion. Try this form of love, acceptance-and the world will be a better place.

Hoping for miracles,
Yours always.

Love is in words, uttered softly.

26 Feb

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In the length of this lonely night,
When I am caught up in your thoughts,
I try, in vain, to block your sight,
To sleep again without you on my mind.

When the shut eyes finally comes to me,
It leaves me in no better state,
For in every moment, it’s only you I see,
I feel, I want, I need you-but it’s too late.

Like a caress, whispered softly,
You are in me, around me, everywhere,
You woo me so gently,
That I am again caught up in this affair.

Like a lover I had longed for,
My favorite fantasy, you become my dream,
A craving which makes me want more,
Yet so far away from me, you seem.

I lay here, still as a breath in the chilly frost,
A smile tugging on lips made for you,
Hurry to me, before again we get lost,
In the flurry of this ancient world.

Come to me, come and find what’s yours,
Take back what always belonged to you.
Rush those step, oh mighty soldier,
Or live with years of pitying rue.

Love can be for things, animate or not. And love, it can be conveyed through things. Inanimate or not. The power of words is so strong, though, that they always seemed more animate then any other object to me. They can bring alive any emotion with as much strength as the person desires to convey. And they have that aura themselves which can make you fall in love with them. I fell in love with words when I was but nine and my brother helped my write my first story. And falling in love with poetry and literature was an inevitable consequence. However, I fell even harder for poetry when I realized that prose can convey emotions that sometimes whole novels can’t. It urges you to open your heart to a thousand different emotions. In my case, it let me express myself when I could find no other way. And it continues to amaze me how poetry can be used to strengthen bonds like nothing else can. And break them too. It’s a strong weapon, you see, that I suggest we all add to our arsenal and enjoy at the same time.
Fall in love with poetry, it isn’t hard. And you will see a thousand new facades to the world around you.
And realize this, that there are a billion forms of love other then the one always publicized in all those rom-coms. Till you do that, there would always be something lacking in your life.

Forever yours,
Gull.

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