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Friday Five

2 Jun

As promised, the Friday Five posts are back and because we have dedicated this month to all things holiday, our Friday Fives will follow the theme too. This week, we will share with you five travel essentials we have fallen in love with! We hope you like them as much as we liked them for you!

1. For your luggage concerns, we found the perfect brand! Samsonite not only offers bags that are spacious and supper stylish but also ones that are durable. Plus, they have something for everyone-from the businessman to the globe trotter, everyone will find a bag here that suits their persona. For this month though, we picked this super funky red one that has not only been personally tried and tested but it is also on sale.


2. We might be slightly rose gold obsessed. But when you add that rose gold to our favourite brand, we are sold! These rose gold Beats wireless headphones are so good that we couldn’t resist buying a pair for ourselves too! (Buy here!)


3. Passport holders/covers are like bobby pins. The more you buy, the more you need! Picking one favourite from the thousands we fall in love with daily was hard, but here is the one that seemed to literally woo us. Or maybe the line on it says out loud what our souls feel-either ways here is our current favorite passport holder!

4. Reading in-flight is something almost all of us end up doing. Somehow the in-flight entertainment offered is never good enough. But finding a good read for the flight isn’t an easy task either. We asked our in-house book-lovers what their suggestion for a “vacation” book would be, and this is the one we all seemed to agree on- “The ministry of utmost happiness” by Arundhati Roy. (Because…why haven’t you read it yet?)

5. Comfortable shoes should be at the top of your list when travelling because bad shoes make for a bad travelling experience. Our favourite pick are these sneakers which feel like a party on your feet (even after hours of wearing them)!

XO, Team TMW

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Coming home

6 Mar

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She sat under the same old tree,
The branches of it barely sheltering her,
She still smiles but looks melancholy,
Wearing the same shirt, of that deep blue sea.
I walk up to her, as I do every week,
Then walk right past without a word,
She glances at me, she doesn’t speak,
But her dimmed eyes say it all.
There is pain, a loss of will,
And past her most frequent visitor,
Hope is not ready to come back till,
She is ready for the world.
I walk away, not turning back,
Tomorrow maybe I will say something,
Today though the courage I lack,
To comfort her, to convince myself.
In the distance, my abode seems to lure,
The hunger in me, my soul is ready for it,
But the evening out, so fresh so pure,
I am not ready for home, I am not ready to go.

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Way forward

26 Dec
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-‘Aimee’

Words
To end this
Are as lost as
My will
To begin;
The oceans
I might have
Survived
But this river
Is
Another story;
Peace
Eludes me
Like a shy bride
Yet
I await
For it to take me
Into
Its arms.

Don’t let go

11 Dec

I miss writing.

That thought has been a recurrent one for me since the past three years.

Yes, three.

I don’t know how I let myself do this. How I let go of things that I loved in favor of other ones that I knew wouldn’t last.

I let the temporary replace the permanent, and that is the worst mistake anyone can make.

If you love something, really and deeply, don’t let it go. Or a part of you will forever be missing.

I just began writing again, and it took me that to realize how incomplete and empty I had been. To find the missing piece of myself felt like a coming home I had been waiting for all this time. The rush of having a story in your head come alive on a page in front of you is one I can never explain, but one that sends a warmth through me every single time. To watch that story mould in a way even you couldn’t foresee is an absolute pleasure. And I can’t tell you how much I regret having gone three years without getting to experience all of that.

Why is she going on and on about some re-found passion of hers? I will answer that question with a request, that request being the reason why I wrote all of this.

Don’t give up on things you love doing. No matter how busy you are, no matter how caught up in life or people you are, no matter how time-consuming other things have become, don’t let anything or anyone be the cause of you giving up on that which brings you joy. Force yourself to go back to the activities that used to give you so much pleasure. Find time, if even the smallest fraction of it, to give to that which was once so important to you. Rediscover your lost passions, at least give them a chance to win you over again. Maybe, they are a lost cause-as you keep telling yourself, or maybe something better awaits you.

Go on, give it one more shot. Because life, it is short, but also sly. Sometimes the best things in life are right under your nose. All it needs is being brave, or maybe even less-maybe all it needs is to keep holding on to your passions.And never letting them go. Maybe they wont lead you to something grand, but nothing is more satisfying than not giving up.

Our careers and education are indeed important and require too much of our time and attention, but these little things add the needed color to our lives. Otherwise it’s just a handful of early mornings and late nights speckled amongst days melting into one another as we work ourselves to the ground trying to make it big in our fields.

Before I end this post, for anyone out there who has lost a passion and is trying to find their way back, please reach out to me. Maybe I can help in some way.

And for anyone out there trying to write that earth-shattering best-seller (we can do it, right?) while managing their college routine, my heart is with all of you. And so are my prayers.

Stay blessed,

Gull.

 

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Feminine Fridays

26 Jul

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I think that’s one word I need more in my life.
In fact, that’s one word we all need more in our lives. All, as in, all of us women. Or anyone else who is overly interested, to be honest. I am not a hater judgmental or anything.

I write this post after two years (yeah, I woke up a little late) of research on this particular topic-all aspects of it. Some of the observations I made were funny, but then, some of the articles that I came across were plain LOL-worthy amusing.
Most often, the words “lady like” and “feminine” get confused, which can be overlooked for one can’t go on without the other, but when people mix “femininity”
femininity” with “sexuality” it just gets downright HILARIOUS.
Again, though, let’s give them the benefit of doubt here, because maybe it’s logical that whatever is alluring is sexual and whatever is red is sensual. Pfft. (Google blood, people!)
Yes, femininity in women is attractive. And, research shows, that it’s so because that’s how women were in the more basic of times and when we own something that is such a deep part of us, we conform to our roots. And we become so in sync with ourselves, that confidence is inevitable. And nothing is sexier than self confidence, except maybe Chris Hemsworth a well baked molten lava cake.
For men? It’s again basic human instinct. For, woman is defined to them as being femininity itself in the DNA they inherited from their fore-fathers. Who probably used this as a measure to select their “most suitable” mate. Wow!

However, like always, I digress.

As I was saying, I need a little more of this word to become a part of me. Not that I walk like an ogre or eat like a monkey right now, but for I crave that “delicacy”, that “polish” which comes along with this adjective. Hence, from this Friday onwards, I will try to take up one good tip on being more “feminine” and incorporate it into my life. And, on the way, I will try to document it all here.

Here is this week’s mantra;

Stop slouching. If you can’t hold your own neck up, what respect can you expect from anyone else.

Well. When mommy said it, it didn’t work. Let’s keep our fingers crossed this time.

Catch you soon,
Gull.

Summer Wine

1 May

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Summer is here and it is already hotter than, well, Inferno itself. And all we can think about is how to stay cool. And “sun-burn” free. And, although both aren’t the easiest, we still find time to wonder about questions like, “how to make the most of this month” and “what are the do-s and the don’t-s of summer fashion”.
In fact, maybe more than all of that, we want to know what’s in style this season.
Or, not.
Maybe, we only want the easiest of recipes for the most refreshing of drinks.
The best thing is, we-you and I-we will be finding answers to all those questions and more together, this May.
And, if you want to see the most adventurous surprise ever, then I urge you stick around the blog this month for, boy, do I have something amazing in store for you.

Till next time, I leave you with these amazing words a very old friend said yesterday morning,
“I wanted to lose my heart and head at the same time and, when I finally did, it wasn’t the prettiest of things. However, it was one of my best experiences.”

All my love,
Gull.

Love believes in giving.

8 Feb

I ran up the stairs, all the way to the top floor of the building. Such was my state of excitement. Such was my euphoria.
The time had come, finally. The wait had come to it’s end. It was here, the day, the minute, the second I had been waiting for since God knows how long.
The final part of Harry Potter series was here, and I had just driven to the most prestigious bookstore in town(the only one stocking it within two days of the book launch) with my brother and parents to get it.
As I finally took the final two stairs in a leap, following my elder brother as closely as I could, and my feet met the plush carpet of the polished store, I found my heart skipping a beat at the sight of the beautifully arranged pillar of the Harry Potter books near the check out counter.
If I was in a movie, the world would have stopped, the books would have had an ethereal glow to them and the angels would have sang in the background at that instant.
Still, even though none of that happened, my excitement unbelievably went up a dozen more notches and my face, I am sure , was covered with the goofiest of smiles.
But then, I landed back heavily on the ground, falling from my flight to the heavens, as I saw the long line of people awaiting to get their own copy. All equally enthusiastic, equally happy.
All at that instant my worst enemies as I caught anxiety clawing around in my throat wanting me to scream them away from the books.
What if-oh God forbid-but what if by the time it was our turn they would have sold out all the copies they had shipped in? I asked my brother this question repeatedly enough to make the usually cool person lose his calm. He told me to shut up and not to be stupid, they would have gotten enough copies to last them a week at the least.
I disagreed, though silently, as I saw the pile of copies so gorgeously decorated before, shrinking out in its size.
And then, even though I only had courage to peek through squinted eyes, I saw the inevitable happening.
Two people before it would finally have been our turn to get the book, the last of the pile got picked up, packaged and sold.
I closed my eyes, to hide from the truth, to pray, to keep the tears from falling as I whispered to my usually worshipped-to-death brother, “See, idiot, they are out of them. I told you we should have left earlier.”
I heard him heave a sigh and I thought he finally understood the situation we were in but when I opened my eyes so that I could say something to make him feel better, I found him wearing only a smile.
I gritted my teeth, “This makes you happy?”
His grin widened as he shrugged nonchalantly. I frowned at him but when he pointed behind me I followed the direction of his gaze unwillingly. And then all but screamed with happiness.
There sat one of the sale clerks with a huge carton of books on his side as he set up a pile of books like the last one.
But this one was better, as I knew that from this lot, one would be going home with me that evening.
We came home that day, my excitement bubbling through the house, my brother’s like always contained behind a facade of boredom.
But we both had the same goal, which we both achieved. To finish the book as soon as humanly possible.

I fell in love with the Harry Potter series when I was in grade fourth, and my brother suggested I read the book he was reading-part four of the series. Once I was done with that I quickly read through the first three parts and then I had wait with my brother every year for a new book, lamenting when the release was delayed, rejoicing when on time, praying for the next one to come sooner.
But it wasn’t only these series I fell so hard for. Over the years I have fallen in love with many a writer, many a book series-in short I have fallen in love with reading.
And that’s one love I can’t get over, an affair that has taken me to places, helped me meet people no other relation has ever been able to. This is one relationship not just full of depth but it is always giving. Always kind. Always reliable.
Hence, my deep affection for reading, for finding new writers and revisiting the old loved ones, is not just irreplaceable, it’s hard for me to imagine my life without this dimension in my everyday routine.
Besides, what’s a quiet evening with a cup of cappuccino without a book to excite your mind?

XOXO

P.S. I am loving this 28 days of love series not only because I am getting to focus on all things in my life that are important but also because I get to share my love for all these things with you guys. My favorite people of all. Remember, love is a billion little things in your life, not just that one person on his white horse.

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