Just a freshly baked loaf for tomorrow's packed lunch which might or might not be a sandwich with a side of salad.
Monday, 30 November 2020
Mood
I went out for a walk with a friend and it was both blustery and glorious at the same time..and I kept thinking of you every time there was a long pause 
And the food
Lunch/brunch? was a large plate of everything on it. A heaping portion of Bean salad with a deliciously spiced creamy yogurt dressing. 
A toast with scrambled eggs, a squirt of ketchup and a side of dragon fruits.
Here we go.
Back to old rituals. At least some of it.
But look! My old workout gear! Ah!! I feel so good wearing it after so long.
Today was medium level cardio and Pilates. A total of 40 minutes including warm up and cool down.
It's after a month I find myself exerting this way, if we discount all the bicycle rides and walks the past couple weeks but I haven't sweated this much in a while and I'm happy and phew!
Also good work body! You didn't totally feel like an idiot and I wasn't panting my lungs out either.
So yes, I'm glad and I think I can make a quick recovery to the old athletic peak and work towards bettering it.
So I'll join the gym and hope for the better.
Right then.
To the shower and then brunch !!
Cheesy ways
Say one thing about dairy, say it hates me.
I've had problems processing whey in the past but cheese hasn't been much problematic unless I've eaten it in copious quantities but the last few weeks or since the time I've finished my quarantine my body has been acting a bit truant with cheese even in regular medium quantities.
I will have to do some more tests and check if it's in combination with wine that it's happening or is it just the cheese in general or if it's just mozzarella cheese in particular.
It better resolve on its own or else cheese will be another food item to get off my plate and I do love a bit of cheese here and there.
I mean I'm not fond of those never ending stretches of cheese on pizzas or overdone snacks with layers of cheese etc on them but a good piece of fresh cheese or some delicious aged cheese is something of a weakness. Not a lot but a bit and I'd hate to let go of that tiny vice. :(
I've had problems processing whey in the past but cheese hasn't been much problematic unless I've eaten it in copious quantities but the last few weeks or since the time I've finished my quarantine my body has been acting a bit truant with cheese even in regular medium quantities.
I will have to do some more tests and check if it's in combination with wine that it's happening or is it just the cheese in general or if it's just mozzarella cheese in particular.
It better resolve on its own or else cheese will be another food item to get off my plate and I do love a bit of cheese here and there.
I mean I'm not fond of those never ending stretches of cheese on pizzas or overdone snacks with layers of cheese etc on them but a good piece of fresh cheese or some delicious aged cheese is something of a weakness. Not a lot but a bit and I'd hate to let go of that tiny vice. :(
Morning jeers
The virtues of waking up early morning are lost one me.
Not that I didn't wake up early today! Of course I did. Well, not THAT early. I woke up at 7 in the AM and that is early enough.
My ideal time I believe for waking up is anytime after 8:30, anything before that is not for me.. yet here I am, a few minutes after 9, looking at my pristine floors, the yet to be cleaned glass cabinet and yet to be sorted clothes almirahs and I agree to have been slacking, but my lord in my defence I have been at something or the other every day, and everything is time consuming.
Yes, I shall get on with my pending work and I have to but a friend has invited me for a languorous walk today somewhere in the offing and I haven't said No, in fact I wrote back an emphatic Yes! Because it's the second day in a row when the weather has let out some sun rather begrudgingly and because I have not the mood nor the heart to stay indoors anymore.
Right, about waking up early. Some people manage to master the art of it and some people like me can't and won't.
And I have absolutely nothing but envy for those who fling their covers before dawn breaks in and get on with life increasing the number of hours in their day and sleeping early!
Now that's a problem. The whole sleeping early bit. I am not the person to turn in by 10. In fact I like to sleep by 11:30 usually and anything before that doesn't feel right.
I'm also not the one for sunrises as I'm for sunsets. Is there a pattern here?
However I do not look down upon anyone who is an early riser, as I've mentioned I'm in awe of such people but early rising category of people are a bunch of assholes at times who look down upon us later wakers. Is there such a term?
Never mind there is now.
I was talking of my daily morning challenges with someone who is a decidedly early riser and a part of the family from people's side and feels rather smug about it too.
I was casually asked as to what time I'd woken up and this was a conversation from yesterday which mind you was a Sunday and I replied most truthfully that I'd woken up at 9:30.
'What??' Came a surprised almost mocking reply.
'Half my day is done and over with by 9:30' I was told rather snootily.
I replied with a smiling 'congratulations' followed by a slow slip on my tea and this was constituted as extremely rude! Extremely rude mind you.
My end of the conversation ended there but theirs didn't and a lot of what remained was accentuated with remarks upon my rude behaviour.
Made me feel a bit warm inside to know I've offended someone and that too with a harmless congratulations.
Ah! I've still got it!
Right then, this is a long post.
I shall write more after a cuppa tea.
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Bisous.
Not that I didn't wake up early today! Of course I did. Well, not THAT early. I woke up at 7 in the AM and that is early enough.
My ideal time I believe for waking up is anytime after 8:30, anything before that is not for me.. yet here I am, a few minutes after 9, looking at my pristine floors, the yet to be cleaned glass cabinet and yet to be sorted clothes almirahs and I agree to have been slacking, but my lord in my defence I have been at something or the other every day, and everything is time consuming.
Yes, I shall get on with my pending work and I have to but a friend has invited me for a languorous walk today somewhere in the offing and I haven't said No, in fact I wrote back an emphatic Yes! Because it's the second day in a row when the weather has let out some sun rather begrudgingly and because I have not the mood nor the heart to stay indoors anymore.
Right, about waking up early. Some people manage to master the art of it and some people like me can't and won't.
And I have absolutely nothing but envy for those who fling their covers before dawn breaks in and get on with life increasing the number of hours in their day and sleeping early!
Now that's a problem. The whole sleeping early bit. I am not the person to turn in by 10. In fact I like to sleep by 11:30 usually and anything before that doesn't feel right.
I'm also not the one for sunrises as I'm for sunsets. Is there a pattern here?
However I do not look down upon anyone who is an early riser, as I've mentioned I'm in awe of such people but early rising category of people are a bunch of assholes at times who look down upon us later wakers. Is there such a term?
Never mind there is now.
I was talking of my daily morning challenges with someone who is a decidedly early riser and a part of the family from people's side and feels rather smug about it too.
I was casually asked as to what time I'd woken up and this was a conversation from yesterday which mind you was a Sunday and I replied most truthfully that I'd woken up at 9:30.
'What??' Came a surprised almost mocking reply.
'Half my day is done and over with by 9:30' I was told rather snootily.
I replied with a smiling 'congratulations' followed by a slow slip on my tea and this was constituted as extremely rude! Extremely rude mind you.
My end of the conversation ended there but theirs didn't and a lot of what remained was accentuated with remarks upon my rude behaviour.
Made me feel a bit warm inside to know I've offended someone and that too with a harmless congratulations.
Ah! I've still got it!
Right then, this is a long post.
I shall write more after a cuppa tea.
—
Bisous.
Sunday, 29 November 2020
Tracks
A new park which had gotten made last year stayed shut due to corona and has now opened up for visitors. 
It was pretty lovely.
Tracks
A new park which had gotten made last year stayed shut due to corona and has now opened up for visitors. 
It was pretty lovely.
Sighs. Hearts
I'd forgotten to put pictures of my absolutely favourite drinking hole!
Also..how should I thank thee?
Ancillary sword and all..to think my audiobooks are still downloading. :)
You know what I'm going to be listening to while arranging the rest of my house.
Kisses.
Saturday, 28 November 2020
Do we like it?
Two awesome drawings in one.
Is it mayhaps a blanket? A hoodie? a shawl?
Wick a lick
I'm not drunk but I am in a bit of a woozy stupor and why not? I've been meaning to try this candle ever since I was gifted this by a friend on my homecoming and it's the wood smoke scents that had me intrigued.
My house currently smells something sweet. The cardamom scent is quite overwhelming and mixed with the woodsmoke aroma it lends a rather strange stickiness which isn't bad but it's not as lovely either.
Could be my reservations towards cardamom anything or could be that it's an acquired smell, and I'm not saying that it's bad, I'm just saying that it's not me.
The Frankincense aroma is somewhat lost in the other notes and I'd have rather enjoyed had it been the most pronounced scent here.
There's something of a masculine hint to this smell. Hmm. I don't like masculine anything except you!
I don't know, maybe at this time of year or month or just at this moment I crave gingery scents or ones that have tea aromas (I have a candle for white tea and tulips) or even something minty or cotton candy or fireplace vanilla sorts. Or maybe something very clean like a laundry basket or fading cinnamon or some such.
Ah! I'm Ranting.
It's a nice scent overall but not one I'd recommend.
Right now I'm having a cup of tea and petting my little babies.
More beer
Shelves of beer and beer and more beer separated by countries of origin.
From tame ones with 3% to outrageous ones with more than 15% alcohol. Blond, dark, fruity, pale. You name it you got it.
It was a mad mad afternoon I'll tell you.
What all did I drink?
Hmm. I had a couple blond ones from Belgium which were a sweet 5%, one dark at 11% from Germany and another cherry flavoured one at a whopping 15% from Netherlands and I'd have been mega drunk but I ate so much along with it all that I hardly felt it since the food soaked up everything. Also because I sat in that place for upwards of 3 hours. Chatting, drinking, eating, laughing and bitching .
It was a fun day!
I
Today beer
Went to a place called beer plus and it's almost like a grocery store for alcohol. 
One is supposed to pick Out their choice of alcohol and plonk it in a basket and pay and drink. Also the food was excellent!
Red bells
It was a long day.
In that I was out exactly six hours ago and reached home ten minutes prior.
So let's begin form the start.
It's not Christmas yet but I like to bring in the cheer and this sweater can't be worn any day post Christmas and so I'm gonna wear as much and as often as I can.
Friday, 27 November 2020
Snippets
Whaaa?? It's not even 5 yet?
I thought it was almost 7 and I was going to begin lighting up all the fairy lights within and without.
The fragrance tonight is frankincense because I love it so! And the dinner is pizza because it's third day in a row when it's not stopped raining and do we want to be out and about in this slimy, sludgy cold clammy, wet weather?
Maybe! But perhaps not.
Right then.
Onwards and upwards with the dough I say.
I thought it was almost 7 and I was going to begin lighting up all the fairy lights within and without.
The fragrance tonight is frankincense because I love it so! And the dinner is pizza because it's third day in a row when it's not stopped raining and do we want to be out and about in this slimy, sludgy cold clammy, wet weather?
Maybe! But perhaps not.
Right then.
Onwards and upwards with the dough I say.
700 calories
My deliciously large meal that I'm Not too proud to have scarfed in one sitting through half an episode of 'vexed'.
I'd made a large roti that served as a wrap for sautéed vegetables, avocado and eggs which I proceeded to fold and eat with a squirt of ketchup and a tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. About 4 oranges give or take.
It was aggravatingly delicious.
The zzz’s
My little babies exhausted after a vigorous morning of eating, pooping, purring and playing. 
Titters in your ear
That time of the year again when the irresistible need to buy candles and essences and diffusers rears it's fragrant head and beckons me to begin a pilgrimage towards the small artisanal market that specialises in niche products which include everything from handmade obscure potteries to bakeware to fragrances.
I mean it's so specific there was a candle which smelled like fresh cut grass mixed with drying linen on a hill slope and one would think it was a bit ridic, but just a whiff made me realise it did exactly what is said on the box.
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I've been gifted a hybrid sort of fountain pen, in that it has a cartridge attachment and a fountain pen attachment to draw in ink along with a leather bound notebook and I'm wondering what prompted people to actually go in for this sort of a thing.
Of course the gift was sweet but not too well thought through because the ink pot gifted along with was black ink and I do not reserve much love for black as I do for royal blue, but these are nuanced understandings which a broad spectrum companion given by way of marriage doesn't understand or know. For them ink is ink. A pen is a pen. A book is a book. An orgasm is an urban legend.
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Morning..almost in time for noon and I am contemplating a languorous shower, a big meal after and should I go ahead with beautifying my Crystal and China rack? Or should I leave it for the weekend?
Tomorrow I have a lunch date with a friend who insists we go drink a special kind of frozen beer she has discovered in a pub I know is notorious for allowing kids and do I want snotty little shits cramping my buzz? Maybe not but we shall see tomorrow won't we?
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Currently listening to Thomas Barrandon and hoping to find you aboard an intergalactic cruise ship, holding your head between my legs as I moan to an astounding supernova in the background.
I mean it's so specific there was a candle which smelled like fresh cut grass mixed with drying linen on a hill slope and one would think it was a bit ridic, but just a whiff made me realise it did exactly what is said on the box.
-
I've been gifted a hybrid sort of fountain pen, in that it has a cartridge attachment and a fountain pen attachment to draw in ink along with a leather bound notebook and I'm wondering what prompted people to actually go in for this sort of a thing.
Of course the gift was sweet but not too well thought through because the ink pot gifted along with was black ink and I do not reserve much love for black as I do for royal blue, but these are nuanced understandings which a broad spectrum companion given by way of marriage doesn't understand or know. For them ink is ink. A pen is a pen. A book is a book. An orgasm is an urban legend.
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Morning..almost in time for noon and I am contemplating a languorous shower, a big meal after and should I go ahead with beautifying my Crystal and China rack? Or should I leave it for the weekend?
Tomorrow I have a lunch date with a friend who insists we go drink a special kind of frozen beer she has discovered in a pub I know is notorious for allowing kids and do I want snotty little shits cramping my buzz? Maybe not but we shall see tomorrow won't we?
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Currently listening to Thomas Barrandon and hoping to find you aboard an intergalactic cruise ship, holding your head between my legs as I moan to an astounding supernova in the background.
Thursday, 26 November 2020
Hearts
हर अश्क़ में खोई हुई ख़ुशियों की झलक है
हर साँस में बीती हुई घड़ियों की कसक है
-साहिर लुधियानवी
हर साँस में बीती हुई घड़ियों की कसक है
-साहिर लुधियानवी
Tea please
As dinner gets underway I let myself drink a bit of fruit tea as it's called and hope it's as delicious as it smells. 
On series
So I've started watching a new series called 'vexed' and it's funny!
Yes it's detective, police crime drama but it's also funny and quite nice with excellent puns and banter.
I will update as I watch more episodes.
Yes it's detective, police crime drama but it's also funny and quite nice with excellent puns and banter.
I will update as I watch more episodes.
Some stuff and a little bit
It's barely just 3 in the afternoon and all this while I'd been contemplating my evening tea!
What on earth.
What made today so long? Perhaps the lack of many chores?
Right!
So my autumnal/winter death cleaning is on its last legs.
I've finished the kitchen entirely.
Now all that's left is the glassware, my almirah and the study room rack.
Each one needs one dedicated day and it'll be done.
Regarding the audiobook I've reached a point where our young lion is reduced to a broken shell of his former Uber strong and beautiful self and it sort of broke my heart a bit.
I'm now trying to find ancillary justice because soon I'll be in need of another fix and I'd left that one midway as well.
Perhaps I'll put off drawing for a while, not that I was picking it up anytime soon because after 9 months of absolute absence it will take a short while to piece together my life here in its entirety.
Things are still all over, I've yet to do a bit of fixing before I start everything again.
It will begin with the workouts and go on to photography (food blog and recipes for book and their pictures) and so on..
Just thinking how much I've lost out on makes me annoyed and sad.
From one steady pace to utter chaos and complete confusion and loss of so much time.
Of course such thoughts get me down but the important thing is to look ahead and not get bogged, which is also difficult because I tend to want too much and expect the world and that isn't always possible but one still has to try.
What on earth.
What made today so long? Perhaps the lack of many chores?
Right!
So my autumnal/winter death cleaning is on its last legs.
I've finished the kitchen entirely.
Now all that's left is the glassware, my almirah and the study room rack.
Each one needs one dedicated day and it'll be done.
Regarding the audiobook I've reached a point where our young lion is reduced to a broken shell of his former Uber strong and beautiful self and it sort of broke my heart a bit.
I'm now trying to find ancillary justice because soon I'll be in need of another fix and I'd left that one midway as well.
Perhaps I'll put off drawing for a while, not that I was picking it up anytime soon because after 9 months of absolute absence it will take a short while to piece together my life here in its entirety.
Things are still all over, I've yet to do a bit of fixing before I start everything again.
It will begin with the workouts and go on to photography (food blog and recipes for book and their pictures) and so on..
Just thinking how much I've lost out on makes me annoyed and sad.
From one steady pace to utter chaos and complete confusion and loss of so much time.
Of course such thoughts get me down but the important thing is to look ahead and not get bogged, which is also difficult because I tend to want too much and expect the world and that isn't always possible but one still has to try.
Watertight ace kiss
Slate grey skies scrawled with muddy cloud chalks juxtapose deliciously with mellow xylophones from a chill hop station this morning.
It might be termed as a blessing by some, however I find myself unable to believe in such words and to me these blissful moments are just that, fleeting delights in small cheerful pockets of contentment that on some days are easily captured in their opaque colours of happiness and some days they fade into vitreous haze that dissipates speedily before one can as much as glance at them.
The latter days this year have been aplenty; the impetuous moroseness of 2020 has foreshadowed every singular moment of brisk joy and robbed us of our smallest, most sacred seconds that come about with something as simple as a good cup of hot morning tea.
It's those halcyon hours that I find myself resurrecting in the safe space of my home, my brown glossy floors, my green thickets of small plants around the house, among my little jars of China, around my fingers feeling the soft fur of my cats, amidst the strands of twinkling fairy lights wrapped around book shelves, in my kitchen among familiar smells and sounds of my own pots and pans.
I find myself reaching back and rediscovering my little rituals that helped me feel content, that eased my anxieties, that helped me feel an entity in my own world and not an outsider that I'd sometimes feel.
Thursday's!
I'm currently designing a small workout program for this week before I join the gym next month and run headlong onto the same path I'd strayed far from.
There is however a narrow wild gully which often intersects my tracks and for that strip of impassioned, indefatigable diversion I am glad..
It might be termed as a blessing by some, however I find myself unable to believe in such words and to me these blissful moments are just that, fleeting delights in small cheerful pockets of contentment that on some days are easily captured in their opaque colours of happiness and some days they fade into vitreous haze that dissipates speedily before one can as much as glance at them.
The latter days this year have been aplenty; the impetuous moroseness of 2020 has foreshadowed every singular moment of brisk joy and robbed us of our smallest, most sacred seconds that come about with something as simple as a good cup of hot morning tea.
It's those halcyon hours that I find myself resurrecting in the safe space of my home, my brown glossy floors, my green thickets of small plants around the house, among my little jars of China, around my fingers feeling the soft fur of my cats, amidst the strands of twinkling fairy lights wrapped around book shelves, in my kitchen among familiar smells and sounds of my own pots and pans.
I find myself reaching back and rediscovering my little rituals that helped me feel content, that eased my anxieties, that helped me feel an entity in my own world and not an outsider that I'd sometimes feel.
Thursday's!
I'm currently designing a small workout program for this week before I join the gym next month and run headlong onto the same path I'd strayed far from.
There is however a narrow wild gully which often intersects my tracks and for that strip of impassioned, indefatigable diversion I am glad..
Wednesday, 25 November 2020
≈
Water doesn't get me nearly as wet as you do
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Nighttime and your fingertips are all I need
deep inside of me.
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Nighttime and your fingertips are all I need
deep inside of me.
Smirk
I find myself looking at the walls more often these days
A seamless canvas
For when my mind
through my eyes
Draws a thousand
illegal pictures of us
A seamless canvas
For when my mind
through my eyes
Draws a thousand
illegal pictures of us
Post tremors
Today I was down with a migraine!!
I know.
And it wasn't my regular migraine, no! In fact this year I've had just a couple of those and the majority migraines have been a result of my neck straining and pinching and giving way to throbbing frontal lobe and I'm not too happy about that.
Something to do with something I do not understand.
Once I get better, in that once my body goes back to its regular routine I will start my workouts. The last workout I did was October 22nd. It's been a month and I have to go back to regular programming as soon as possible to gain back my strength and fitness as it were.
Perhaps I will also try some muscle relaxants the ones doctors prescribed, the ones I was reluctant to take, the ones I might perhaps try out now.
Also gonna check out the nearby Chinese medicine hospital and get a round of acupuncture, therapy and massage because I don't and can't deal with these neck issues this winter which perhaps might get aggravated due to the sheer weightage and heft of jackets and winter wear.
I hate taking medications for headaches and this intensity was after more than a month which means I need to be more careful and alert to these signs which my body had given me this morning a few moments after waking up, but I ignored and felt assured that it'll get better on its own, which sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn't.
Anyway that's about that regarding my headache..other than that my body is pretty alright if I am to go according to the test reports that came back.
Also thinking of visiting a dentist. Not that I have any issues with my teeth. No sir! Just that I haven't paid any dentists a visit in a while and it's always better to take preventative measures than try to solve a problem after.
Right then!
To dinner which got delayed and which I shall hope to soon rectify.
Paranthas and a subzi maybe!! Why not!
I know.
And it wasn't my regular migraine, no! In fact this year I've had just a couple of those and the majority migraines have been a result of my neck straining and pinching and giving way to throbbing frontal lobe and I'm not too happy about that.
Something to do with something I do not understand.
Once I get better, in that once my body goes back to its regular routine I will start my workouts. The last workout I did was October 22nd. It's been a month and I have to go back to regular programming as soon as possible to gain back my strength and fitness as it were.
Perhaps I will also try some muscle relaxants the ones doctors prescribed, the ones I was reluctant to take, the ones I might perhaps try out now.
Also gonna check out the nearby Chinese medicine hospital and get a round of acupuncture, therapy and massage because I don't and can't deal with these neck issues this winter which perhaps might get aggravated due to the sheer weightage and heft of jackets and winter wear.
I hate taking medications for headaches and this intensity was after more than a month which means I need to be more careful and alert to these signs which my body had given me this morning a few moments after waking up, but I ignored and felt assured that it'll get better on its own, which sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn't.
Anyway that's about that regarding my headache..other than that my body is pretty alright if I am to go according to the test reports that came back.
Also thinking of visiting a dentist. Not that I have any issues with my teeth. No sir! Just that I haven't paid any dentists a visit in a while and it's always better to take preventative measures than try to solve a problem after.
Right then!
To dinner which got delayed and which I shall hope to soon rectify.
Paranthas and a subzi maybe!! Why not!
Pitter patter
What do I say to you wet morning except maybe get a little dry perhaps for I have to be out and about and you're truly raining on my parade.
Tuesday, 24 November 2020
Break open
There's a perpetual annoyed side to me shared by a hopeful personality with a side of pragmatism that often overshadows my every mood.
What?
The heart is heavy
the mood is light
Where the fuck are you
why don't you write more?
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Need to start a new series, a new book.
What?
The heart is heavy
the mood is light
Where the fuck are you
why don't you write more?
—
Need to start a new series, a new book.
Feet up head down
Say one thing about today say it's been a Tuesday!
It's rained all day, my pristine white sofa covers have muddy paw prints on them which I bathed in soap and water and it's now left a wet spot, I am only two hours away from The completion of the audiobook and I have cleaned almost all the kitchen shelves except a few with crockery which I might have to to do day after since tomorrow is yet another appointment regarding visa and at an odd afternoon time too.
That's a lot of thought to for into one breath but I have succeeded.
Dinner today is pasta in roasted red pepper sauce with tomatoes and mushrooms.
I have put my little girl on a diet and she resents me for it but she has as you might have noticed in the pics grown a little chunky and we can't have that around the house for her benefit and safety.
Apart from that my lunch though large, felt a bit sparse and I plan on having a large dinner to compensate.
Also I drank the last remaining sachet of non caffeinated fruit tea and that's the end of that era.
Another half an hour and I shall start roasting peppers and go on forth with dinner menu, a bit early yes but I intend to give a small portion to a friend who's all alone right now.
Apart from that I am still feeling a bit gross and wonky in places and little pin pricks of ache keep reminding me that I am not immune to suffering no matter how small.
It's rained all day, my pristine white sofa covers have muddy paw prints on them which I bathed in soap and water and it's now left a wet spot, I am only two hours away from The completion of the audiobook and I have cleaned almost all the kitchen shelves except a few with crockery which I might have to to do day after since tomorrow is yet another appointment regarding visa and at an odd afternoon time too.
That's a lot of thought to for into one breath but I have succeeded.
Dinner today is pasta in roasted red pepper sauce with tomatoes and mushrooms.
I have put my little girl on a diet and she resents me for it but she has as you might have noticed in the pics grown a little chunky and we can't have that around the house for her benefit and safety.
Apart from that my lunch though large, felt a bit sparse and I plan on having a large dinner to compensate.
Also I drank the last remaining sachet of non caffeinated fruit tea and that's the end of that era.
Another half an hour and I shall start roasting peppers and go on forth with dinner menu, a bit early yes but I intend to give a small portion to a friend who's all alone right now.
Apart from that I am still feeling a bit gross and wonky in places and little pin pricks of ache keep reminding me that I am not immune to suffering no matter how small.
Monday, 23 November 2020
Some stuffs
Evening now and I sit down for a short breather before plunging head on into the kitchen to cook dinner, but phew! A moment as I sip coffee and ponder at all the shelf cleaning work I did today. After almost four hours, I managed to clean up only about four shelves but I'm glad for it because everything that is cleaned is now sparkling.
Tomorrow I tackle another big bit that include the shelves containing silverware and some part of the pantry.
Right, so the background noise for today while cleaning included the devil driver discography and the last hour was the audiobook 'the trouble with peace' and oh lords how well it goes.
I am afraid to let it go on because i am only four more hours away from finishing it and it aches my heart to come to a day when there will be no more of these characters to listen to.
Almost feels like a knowing thread plucking at my heart string while still staying attached to yours.
Heavens I feel sappy.
It's the hormones darling. :) but it's also me, love.
So dinner is aloo gobhi, dal masala, rice. No roti today because I have to order whole wheat because in my absence there have been a bunch of flours that stayed unused and expired. The amount of expired things I've had to throw today. Sighs .
Tomorrow I tackle another big bit that include the shelves containing silverware and some part of the pantry.
Right, so the background noise for today while cleaning included the devil driver discography and the last hour was the audiobook 'the trouble with peace' and oh lords how well it goes.
I am afraid to let it go on because i am only four more hours away from finishing it and it aches my heart to come to a day when there will be no more of these characters to listen to.
Almost feels like a knowing thread plucking at my heart string while still staying attached to yours.
Heavens I feel sappy.
It's the hormones darling. :) but it's also me, love.
So dinner is aloo gobhi, dal masala, rice. No roti today because I have to order whole wheat because in my absence there have been a bunch of flours that stayed unused and expired. The amount of expired things I've had to throw today. Sighs .
Boom boom box
On a side note, I am glad to be back near my music system, my lovely five channel audio system that makes music listening an experience I violently love, and I find it hard to tear myself away from the Amazon prime music app which does a fantastic job of finding all the music I love and takes not a minute to cast it on my system and I listen to Tame Impala as I type this blog.
Did I mention how much I miss thee?
Did I mention how much I miss thee?
House deets
To say I was a mass of ugh's starting last evening and through last night would be an extreme understatement.
Almost felt like I was getting scooped inside out by some unseen force that wielded a blunt instrument within and without and there was only so much I could do to not yell profanities in the middle of night.
These situations are of course not helped by a bevy of cats who insist on partying around 3 am every day and that is a bit of a problem for those who wish to sleep.
I will of course talk about my cats and their penchant for disrupting sleep in a more elaborate post, but for now let me just say that compounded with the aches and yuck feelings emanating from my insides my cats did their cute selves no favours and I hardly slept except for a couple hours in the early morning, after which I woke up and went through the usual morning routine of fixing breakfast and packing lunch, taking out trash, sprucing up the house and proceeding to bury myself in my warm duvet for a extra hour of sleep.
Sitting on my couch and contemplating how to go ahead with the day.
Today, and in fact this week I shall dedicate to fixing up my house. The shelves, almirahs, closets and everything in between needs arranging and decluttering.
It will be one of those annual death cleanings.
There's a massage plan for tomorrow that I would like to bow out of and fix for another week because now my house needs me and desperately so.
I've been avoiding and ignoring the likes of clothing I've been pulling out clothes from, the leaking bottle of honesty which has formed a sticky layer of film in one shelf, the fallen bits of cashews that have stuck to the inside walls of another and now my gloves are out, I'm on a war footing and nothing can stop me!
Almost felt like I was getting scooped inside out by some unseen force that wielded a blunt instrument within and without and there was only so much I could do to not yell profanities in the middle of night.
These situations are of course not helped by a bevy of cats who insist on partying around 3 am every day and that is a bit of a problem for those who wish to sleep.
I will of course talk about my cats and their penchant for disrupting sleep in a more elaborate post, but for now let me just say that compounded with the aches and yuck feelings emanating from my insides my cats did their cute selves no favours and I hardly slept except for a couple hours in the early morning, after which I woke up and went through the usual morning routine of fixing breakfast and packing lunch, taking out trash, sprucing up the house and proceeding to bury myself in my warm duvet for a extra hour of sleep.
Sitting on my couch and contemplating how to go ahead with the day.
Today, and in fact this week I shall dedicate to fixing up my house. The shelves, almirahs, closets and everything in between needs arranging and decluttering.
It will be one of those annual death cleanings.
There's a massage plan for tomorrow that I would like to bow out of and fix for another week because now my house needs me and desperately so.
I've been avoiding and ignoring the likes of clothing I've been pulling out clothes from, the leaking bottle of honesty which has formed a sticky layer of film in one shelf, the fallen bits of cashews that have stuck to the inside walls of another and now my gloves are out, I'm on a war footing and nothing can stop me!
Sunday, 22 November 2020
Calzone hearts
Guess who ordered this baby and scarfed it all down under fifteen minutes after drinking a pint of Stella Artois?
Well, it was me. On a Sunday brunch much deserved and now contemplating a coffee.
Saturday, 21 November 2020
Gods
Matcha favoured magnum!
Not half bad.
I have since my arrival which has been a week eaten 4 bags of chips and everything else in between.
Friday, 20 November 2020
After this
Today was one thing after another after another and then some.
I finally reached home around 5 after being out since 8 and it's been an extremely long day and once I've finished this cup of tea and toast (my only foods after that horrid morning sandwich) I am going out again to (guess!!!) Izakaya!!! For a Friday night buzz and binge.
Yay!!!
But first I have to dress up!
:)
I finally reached home around 5 after being out since 8 and it's been an extremely long day and once I've finished this cup of tea and toast (my only foods after that horrid morning sandwich) I am going out again to (guess!!!) Izakaya!!! For a Friday night buzz and binge.
Yay!!!
But first I have to dress up!
:)
Furr
My friend's cat with different coloured eyes who's also deaf since he has no black spots and such cats suffer from genetic disorder that makes the deaf.
His name is frost and he's a cutie.
It’s all happening
Why do we order coffee in coffee shops?
So one can sit and ignore them and not drink them while looking extremely busy on a laptop preferably a MacBook.
These people look like they're about to change the entire shape of this world, involved in the most groundbreaking activity that will shake the very foundations of their capitalist overlords.
Fucking monkeys with machines running a plagued rat race with the air of self importance that could choke someone through their PPE suits.
Ah the judgmental air with which they see others who're actually interested in eating, granted such people are few, very few, in fact such person here is just me. I'm The only one who's ordered a breakfast sandwich with salmon and avocado that tastes below average but the coffee more than makes up for its deficiency of taste.
Yes I hear them on their conference calls, with their earphones attached to their skulls, an extension of their existence, an existence which comes to light in these health food chain restaurants that tout smoothies and wraps and low carb sandwiches.
A coffee is ordered, a MacBook is opened, a pen is uncapped, a sheaf of paper is scribbled upon, an important video call is decided,
an industrious aura with all the laborious bells and whistles is conjured and a table with a cooling pool of coffee is occupied.
I sit in judgement of these poor bastards especially now since I know the kind of life one almost was on the verge of losing, courtesy the virus that infects this globe and the more I remember all that we have seen so close and lived through the more I find myself peeling away from their counterfeit world which seems like a horrible impersonation of actuality.
From a silent casual observer to speedy philosopher!
This coffee was good!
Right then.
The breakfast was super unimpressive and I hope to get done with everything soon, so I can finally visit my friend who's shifting houses.
So one can sit and ignore them and not drink them while looking extremely busy on a laptop preferably a MacBook.
These people look like they're about to change the entire shape of this world, involved in the most groundbreaking activity that will shake the very foundations of their capitalist overlords.
Fucking monkeys with machines running a plagued rat race with the air of self importance that could choke someone through their PPE suits.
Ah the judgmental air with which they see others who're actually interested in eating, granted such people are few, very few, in fact such person here is just me. I'm The only one who's ordered a breakfast sandwich with salmon and avocado that tastes below average but the coffee more than makes up for its deficiency of taste.
Yes I hear them on their conference calls, with their earphones attached to their skulls, an extension of their existence, an existence which comes to light in these health food chain restaurants that tout smoothies and wraps and low carb sandwiches.
A coffee is ordered, a MacBook is opened, a pen is uncapped, a sheaf of paper is scribbled upon, an important video call is decided,
an industrious aura with all the laborious bells and whistles is conjured and a table with a cooling pool of coffee is occupied.
I sit in judgement of these poor bastards especially now since I know the kind of life one almost was on the verge of losing, courtesy the virus that infects this globe and the more I remember all that we have seen so close and lived through the more I find myself peeling away from their counterfeit world which seems like a horrible impersonation of actuality.
From a silent casual observer to speedy philosopher!
This coffee was good!
Right then.
The breakfast was super unimpressive and I hope to get done with everything soon, so I can finally visit my friend who's shifting houses.
Why?
Is it such a sin to drink coffee with sugar?
Why must my asking for sugar with coffee draw such a surprised face while people ask for extra whipping cream out of a can on their brownies and not get any raised eyebrows?
I've had it with this anti sugar lobby that only recognise sugar which comes out in tiny white granules from small packets and completely ignore the large slices of extra thick cheesecake and crepe cakes that people eat as add ons with their coffee's.
Surely my two spoons of sugar which are hardly 18 calories are 1/10th the sugar and fat that such pastries are contain.
And yet!!
I'm a proud sweet coffee drinker.
Yes sir! I like my Americano with sugar. I like it sweet and I don't care what anyone has to say or think about that.
Right then to the coffee and a breakfast sandwich then after which I shall continue on with my work dor which I have now been called again at 12pm.
Why must my asking for sugar with coffee draw such a surprised face while people ask for extra whipping cream out of a can on their brownies and not get any raised eyebrows?
I've had it with this anti sugar lobby that only recognise sugar which comes out in tiny white granules from small packets and completely ignore the large slices of extra thick cheesecake and crepe cakes that people eat as add ons with their coffee's.
Surely my two spoons of sugar which are hardly 18 calories are 1/10th the sugar and fat that such pastries are contain.
And yet!!
I'm a proud sweet coffee drinker.
Yes sir! I like my Americano with sugar. I like it sweet and I don't care what anyone has to say or think about that.
Right then to the coffee and a breakfast sandwich then after which I shall continue on with my work dor which I have now been called again at 12pm.
Stick em up
Yesterday's barbecue.
I'm Hungry and standing outside of Indian high commission for writing to get some documents notarised and already I'm contemplating the fabulous lunch I'm gonna have in one of these nice eateries.
Definitely a sandwich and a salad and some coffee.
Thursday, 19 November 2020
Pre winter winter
I mean of course I'll change out of my slippers but the rest remains the same. 
Early Dinnah and man am I looking forward to it.
Meal heart
I know it's criminal to be serving strawberries and orange smoothie in a beer glass but I liked how it looked twinkling like molten pink confetti, glinting icily at me along with a nicely portioned lunch of some homemade bread served with mushrooms, pepper, onions and eggs. 
Morning daze
Morning and I woke up early to be out and about for an appointment which has been shifted to Friday, an update which I received just moments before I was about to hop into a shower.
Too early to shower and too bustling to go back to sleep and so I resigned myself to packing some lunch for people and feeding the cats after which the cat commotion had subsided, making it easier for me to slide into my warm duvet and catch a few winks.
When I say few winks I do mean few winks because I woke up some twenty minutes later.
Sleep has been kind except last night when I couldn't find within me to forgive the wet coolness of my sheets.
Everything felt moist, humid and cold.
I was left with few options except tossing and turning and trying to find an area which didn't feel clammy.
Ugh, my old problems with the humidity are back and I hate how sensitive my skin, my hair and my sleep is to this weather.
Finally I plugged in the dehumidifier but it was too late.
I will have to change the sheets and the entire bedding because it seems to have absorbed moisture.
Right then, after this glass of warm lemon water I shall languorously walk over to the kitchen and make myself some ginger tea. One of the few luxuries in life that don't need much effort.
Too early to shower and too bustling to go back to sleep and so I resigned myself to packing some lunch for people and feeding the cats after which the cat commotion had subsided, making it easier for me to slide into my warm duvet and catch a few winks.
When I say few winks I do mean few winks because I woke up some twenty minutes later.
Sleep has been kind except last night when I couldn't find within me to forgive the wet coolness of my sheets.
Everything felt moist, humid and cold.
I was left with few options except tossing and turning and trying to find an area which didn't feel clammy.
Ugh, my old problems with the humidity are back and I hate how sensitive my skin, my hair and my sleep is to this weather.
Finally I plugged in the dehumidifier but it was too late.
I will have to change the sheets and the entire bedding because it seems to have absorbed moisture.
Right then, after this glass of warm lemon water I shall languorously walk over to the kitchen and make myself some ginger tea. One of the few luxuries in life that don't need much effort.
Wednesday, 18 November 2020
Updates
Hot coffee?
No, I said. Please ice it.
And iced it was to the brim because what am I if not throwing caution to the wind and drinking everything as I please. No more restrictions, no more prudence. I could get a sore throat I know but I'm not going to be worried about it being viral Voldemort!
Also tomorrow is something of an engaging day.
First thing in the morning and I I mean first thing because it's embassy related work and there is no logical reason why they'll operate at certain ghastly morning hours like 8:30 am or so, and yes it's our embassy which means they might operate on IST and things might be not as efficient but one has to keep up with appointment timings and so I have to be present regarding some notarising work after which there's a friend I have to visit who's shifting into a her new home and she wants me to visit her half done house and help her choose colours for the walls, after which I have an early dinner with another friend at a barbecue place.
Phew! Packed I tell you. My days are packed and I'd not have it any other way.
I simple refuse to sit at home.
Why do I feel like drinking wine?
No, I said. Please ice it.
And iced it was to the brim because what am I if not throwing caution to the wind and drinking everything as I please. No more restrictions, no more prudence. I could get a sore throat I know but I'm not going to be worried about it being viral Voldemort!
Also tomorrow is something of an engaging day.
First thing in the morning and I I mean first thing because it's embassy related work and there is no logical reason why they'll operate at certain ghastly morning hours like 8:30 am or so, and yes it's our embassy which means they might operate on IST and things might be not as efficient but one has to keep up with appointment timings and so I have to be present regarding some notarising work after which there's a friend I have to visit who's shifting into a her new home and she wants me to visit her half done house and help her choose colours for the walls, after which I have an early dinner with another friend at a barbecue place.
Phew! Packed I tell you. My days are packed and I'd not have it any other way.
I simple refuse to sit at home.
Why do I feel like drinking wine?
In today
I woke up to a dead phone and didn't realise it was out until a few moments ago when there was nary a spark of ping which usually my phone gets flooded with since I'm back.
My friends haven't had a dull moment since my return, and despite my agenda being cleaning out the shelves today I already have a mini plan with my friends to meet in another friend's house for coffee and to meet her newly adopted deaf kitten.
Right then.
I need to charge this baby and update more.
My friends haven't had a dull moment since my return, and despite my agenda being cleaning out the shelves today I already have a mini plan with my friends to meet in another friend's house for coffee and to meet her newly adopted deaf kitten.
Right then.
I need to charge this baby and update more.
Tuesday, 17 November 2020
Sighs
Who me?
Listening to unforgiven III and missing.
Did I ever say it enough? Maybe not..but you do know, don't you?
♥️♥️
Listening to unforgiven III and missing.
Did I ever say it enough? Maybe not..but you do know, don't you?
♥️♥️
Hopeful
Back to us, to how we were, to how I left her..we are a little older now, a bit heavier, grumpier and together still. 
Etc etc a lot
My morning?
Busy busy busy.
Yesterday I was busy with collecting documents for getting a temporary residence permit from the police station for the medical check ups that I got done with today to enable me to finally get the residence permit next week.
Phew!
Empty stomach for an appointment at 9 and into a process which was pretty much conveyer belt once the payments were done.
ECG, X-ray, blood pressure, blood test, sonography and scene! I know it sounds like a lot but the entire process once you're wearing a gown and nothing besides is not more than 30 minutes start to finish but that's not the point of this post, the reason I'm writing about it here is because I cannot deal with hospitals. Something about the whole environment, buildings, rooms, people in scrubs, injections, machines tend to make me want to curl into a ball .
This year there have been one too many hospital visits for me. If I wasn't getting my nose and throat swabbed I was getting my dog injected. It's been trying and I how to not see one for a while now.
Right then.
Tea finally!! A bit of sprucing up the house and lunch contemplation.
Busy busy busy.
Yesterday I was busy with collecting documents for getting a temporary residence permit from the police station for the medical check ups that I got done with today to enable me to finally get the residence permit next week.
Phew!
Empty stomach for an appointment at 9 and into a process which was pretty much conveyer belt once the payments were done.
ECG, X-ray, blood pressure, blood test, sonography and scene! I know it sounds like a lot but the entire process once you're wearing a gown and nothing besides is not more than 30 minutes start to finish but that's not the point of this post, the reason I'm writing about it here is because I cannot deal with hospitals. Something about the whole environment, buildings, rooms, people in scrubs, injections, machines tend to make me want to curl into a ball .
This year there have been one too many hospital visits for me. If I wasn't getting my nose and throat swabbed I was getting my dog injected. It's been trying and I how to not see one for a while now.
Right then.
Tea finally!! A bit of sprucing up the house and lunch contemplation.
Monday, 16 November 2020
Aspirations
Ima murder this cheesecake I say to myself after eating exactly two bites of this deliciously sweet and sour concoction too rich and cloying for my tastes. 
Morning fast forward
Morning and I woke up late not least because my body is still running on quarantine clock and my little hope insists on licking my face before sunrise to show her love and temperament because if there's one thing she has imbibed rather well it's her teenage hood and she is just as prickly and angry as any other teen and one has to tread cautiously, but come morning and the little one will hop on to my chest and insist on giving me a tongue bath and who can sleep then?
Well, I slept some more after and sleep feels so delicious after continuous days of sleep deprivation. I was worried that I might have lost my ability to sleep, but no! I was wrong.
My house has changed somewhat. Things have shifted and I intend to put everything back in its place. A bit of cleaning up needs be done, a bold peer inside of shelves that haven't been touched for 9 months have to be thoroughly cleansed because I do not know what is it about food shelves and pantries that months of ignorance cause them to get sticky, and man oh man, some insides of shelves are sticky!!
Right then.
A jug of warm Lemon water, two bananas and a cup of tea later I feel invigorated enough to start my day.
Rice is off the table for a while and I shall make me some French toast and then off to the police station regarding some paperwork that will enable me to apply for my resident permit.
Onwards and upwards then!!
Also here's a pic of my boys.
Sunday, 15 November 2020
Deep breath in
By the gods I had no idea it would feel so free to be about without a mask without any risks. 
Voila!
This is a particularly contrasting Sunday given that after almost 9 months I celebrate this in a rather altered boredom which feels new for now, might get redundant a while later.
The good thing about being home after so long is that the only lavishness the last 24 hours have been scarce of are petals beneath my feet. Of course like everything unbelievable this shan't last long either but for now I relish and luxuriate.
Food is still a sore point as I find myself unable to come to terms with anything that is rice or cooked vegetables. My mind constantly trying to avert my eyes and steer my taste buds from anything meal like. Since yesterday I've eaten pizza, drank beer, gorged on pakoras and coffee and dinner whatever it might be for others in the house, it will be a sandwich for me and this shall continue till the time I regain full control of my food fatigue.
Last night the doorbell refused to stop ringing as a bevy of my dear friends kept calling with such gorgeous gifts I felt horrible for not having anything to give back for the first time.
It was a bit of a shock as well when one of my friends whom I considered nothing less than an emotional Hercules broke down and bawled her eyes out on seeing me.
Apparently she lost a friend to this disease and has been worried ever since for the well being of everyone she knew.
It was an extremely honest moment and I felt sad, touched and scared all at the same time when she brought up the news regarding infected passengers on my flight which had since put her in such a mood.
I dodged a bullet I thought and that fear which I'd not let bother me in quarantine slowly sank in.
That I thanked my stars for having made out without a controversy would be to put it mildly.
But onwards and upwards I say while thanking my immune system for not letting me down and today, with a bit of cool splashing about the ankles of this evening I shall be treated with a long walk, and I am nothing short of madly craving everything outside, unmasked, fearless, stress free. How I want to see the markets, the people, the life while wearing a lipstick that needn't be masked.
—
Say one thing about my heart, say it's been screaming your name into my ears.
The good thing about being home after so long is that the only lavishness the last 24 hours have been scarce of are petals beneath my feet. Of course like everything unbelievable this shan't last long either but for now I relish and luxuriate.
Food is still a sore point as I find myself unable to come to terms with anything that is rice or cooked vegetables. My mind constantly trying to avert my eyes and steer my taste buds from anything meal like. Since yesterday I've eaten pizza, drank beer, gorged on pakoras and coffee and dinner whatever it might be for others in the house, it will be a sandwich for me and this shall continue till the time I regain full control of my food fatigue.
Last night the doorbell refused to stop ringing as a bevy of my dear friends kept calling with such gorgeous gifts I felt horrible for not having anything to give back for the first time.
It was a bit of a shock as well when one of my friends whom I considered nothing less than an emotional Hercules broke down and bawled her eyes out on seeing me.
Apparently she lost a friend to this disease and has been worried ever since for the well being of everyone she knew.
It was an extremely honest moment and I felt sad, touched and scared all at the same time when she brought up the news regarding infected passengers on my flight which had since put her in such a mood.
I dodged a bullet I thought and that fear which I'd not let bother me in quarantine slowly sank in.
That I thanked my stars for having made out without a controversy would be to put it mildly.
But onwards and upwards I say while thanking my immune system for not letting me down and today, with a bit of cool splashing about the ankles of this evening I shall be treated with a long walk, and I am nothing short of madly craving everything outside, unmasked, fearless, stress free. How I want to see the markets, the people, the life while wearing a lipstick that needn't be masked.
—
Say one thing about my heart, say it's been screaming your name into my ears.
Saturday, 14 November 2020
Pastel love
If these aren't the cutest cupcakes. 
I'm not one for buttercream frosting, nor for such sugary indulgence but they do look pretty.
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