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The Orphanage Where I Found Belonging
I’m not sure if it qualifies as a happy memory, but this is one memory that gives me peace. I felt one with non-pretentious people—people who received love and gifts so easily, and who really just sat with me as if they already knew me and held hands with my being. They validated my being, and I didn’t have to put any effort into making myself seen. I thought I was the one doing something good…
A Desert Memory That Still Swirls
It was a team travel assignment — my first time seeing the rural parts of Rajasthan. The state where I grew up, and yet the real beauty of it always felt distant to me. Rajasthan is big, and I grew up in the border parts, close to Haryana and Punjab.So I was estranged from the “real” Rajasthani culture — the sand dunes, the forts, the men in bright red turbans, women in the veils of deeper hues…
A Love Letter to My Old School Courtyard
The school courtyard always looked fresh and beautiful in the daytime. I often looked at it with longing eyes. I used to imagine having my own sitting spot there — a place no one else would take away. There was a Bodhi tree(fig), and its leaves shone bright under the sunlight. Lunchtime was always full of voices, and there were small shops around from where we bought snacks in the…
My Unplanned Ocean Buddy
I was staring at the steel-blue colored ocean, just lost in my thoughts, leaning against this half wall or a concrete crease created in the middle of the beach sand. I casually turned my head towards the land side, just to take a fresh look at everything that was looking at the ocean just like me. And I met eyes with this big Golden Retriever, sitting close to me, looking over my shoulder to the…
That Cheesecake Bite
Hey there friend, Here I am again, how have you been? So a happy memory—well it’s always tricky—let me try anyway. The Perfect Morning Have you ever been to an eatery with least expectations and just because you are feeling content in that moment? Hungry but content? I mean I am talking about a pizzeria not very far from the accommodation I was temporarily staying at. The small Italian…
Me, the Ocean, and a Chocolate Pastry
Palolem beach, Goa It was sunset time, and the sun was slowly going down behind the ocean — it looked neon pink with some hints of grey. I took pictures, which I still like. Then I stopped restaurant that looked the freshest out of all the places there – new paint, golden lights, wooden furniture. I took one seat facing the ocean and took out my Kindle reader. I was wearing grey-colored…
Lights, Camera and Couch - Movie Night Done Right
“Sometimes comfort is not a place, but a moment you create for yourself.”— Jhumpa Lahiri Hi Friends, okay, this memory is very ordinary, but it marks the feeling of comfort for me. My room had that nice golden light glow of the evening — I had decided it was going to be a movie evening. And I selected the movie — The Hundred-Foot Journey. It was a strangely good movie — it had Indian actors…
The Afternoon in SoBo: A Fleeting Memory
One memory that is coming to me is when I stayed in SoBo, Mumbai for a day, and I saw Shantanu Naidu walking with his golden retriever. He looked exactly like his Instagram pictures — I don’t even know why I admire him, but I do. Maybe because he is known, that he wrote a book about Mr. Ratan Tata, and he is a perfect person to like and admire on social media. I wanted to go up to him and ask…
When I Relished a Day Like Cotton Candy
I think I will write about a soothing memory that came to me the other day – it’s so soothing that I just close my eyes and imagine that I’m there. It was morning time – so early that the roads were mostly unoccupied. No shops were open yet except Greggs and a few other cafes. I was in Edinburgh. I had completed an overnight journey from London and here I was finally, the air was nice and cool.…
Jelling with My Flatmate — Smiley T-Shirt and an Embarrassing Confession
Okay, I really, really want to share a happy memory today. I am just going to capture that moment and nothing around it for now. I am sitting on a puffed-up bean bag in my flatmate’s room. This is the first time I have really sat down with him — and I’m smiling a bit — wearing my green and yellow striped T-shirt that also has a printed smiley right over my left boob side. So I’m feeling cute…
Moonlight on Green Grass
The bluish-grey moonlight was shining and the sky had visible stars even on a London evening skyline – we stopped by this sidewalk, a very wide sidewalk with big patches of shamrock green grass. Without thinking I hopped on it and felt so happy – my time in London had not always been very jolly or free as I was feeling then – having a company was a happy occasion – I was giddy. Nothing was…
Bavarian Cream Walls and Halogen Evening Glow
Hey there, friends. Today I’m here again to talk about a happy memory. It’s amazing how the moments we’ve lived can become sources of comfort—soft, cushiony memories that hold us gently. I’m fascinated by this idea, and that’s why, in times when everything feels uncertain, these happy memories become proof that life can be otherwise. This memory is a comforting one—it’s just a few weeks…
Recalling My Time at the Vipassana Meditation Retreat — January 2025
“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can, and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.” — Gautama Buddha, Sayings of Buddha I think I should talk about a happy memory, because sometimes they’re worth more than anything else. When it comes to family and relationships, I’m feeling a little raw today, unable to summon my usual love and admiration for them—as if my intake of processed sugar…
Granting myself the gift of guilt-free luxury
So, here we go – have you ever felt that you would love to just not feel like you have any burdens or chores to carry, even for a day? That you could stay in this amazing place where everything is catered and you feel full and cared for, and you have the day to yourself to really just live it and do what you please?I wanted to give such liberty to myself at the onset of 2025. I had returned from…
The Pace of a 10-Minute Submission
The room with its cheddar-colored walls and pale red carpet floor had ample breathing space — the bookshelf was there as it was, the cupboard gave a peek inside through the crack between two half-closed doors, the mirror reflected the afternoon light and showed the half-opened window pane and the double bed on which I was planted with my head buried on my laptop screen, nibbling my left-hand…
A morning in Shoja, Himachal — golden light, pine forests, and the comfort of chai and Parle-G.
i think i would like to talk about a happy memory today again How are you, btw? I hope you enjoy the vivid pictures I try to paint with these memories — I hope they sit with you too, the way they sit with me. So I’m still thinking about today’s memory. I think I’ll wear a bra first — sometimes it helps. (3 mins later) Okay, here I am again. We were discussing happy memories. Ahhhh, I’m…
Wine, Words, and Warm Light: My Evenings at Nando’s
Last evening, I reminded myself of the importance of thinking positive—because emotions sprout from thoughts. I noticed my mind leaning toward heavier thoughts in life, and so I tried to remember moments when I felt peaceful and good about myself. One such instance was when I dined at Nando’s, just around the corner of my street. The Setting It was a big Nando’s, with windows that looked out…