The Introvert's Bubble

 We've all been in lockdown for more than a year now, yet we still haven't cracked the code for avoiding C-19!   Is it the vaccine? Is it the Kadha? Is it the steam?  Trust me, the kind of things I've done to keep myself fit through the year, I have never tried as many odds before. I've had more Kadha in the year than I've had all my life (I legit feel that it has replaced my coffee, more like one day I'm going to walk into Starbucks and order myself a Kadha, with extra sugar 🙈)  I've inhaled so much steam that I feel, rather than smoking hookah rings, I've become a Pro in making eucalyptus oil steam rings.  I wash my hands after touching anyone and anything, even if it is my room door handle, lowkey feel my future BF is first going to get spray-sanitized before I meet him🤭 (there goes my future BF, Tata bye-bye) I've done so many exercises and so many workouts in just 2020 that I can surely beat Milind Soman in the barefoot race (lol, too far, jus...

  This particular blog's idea came to me just yesterday when it rained in Delhi, it isn't the monsoons, but well, it doesn't even rain fully on monsoons, so I guess this is what Delhi rains are. I'm staying in Delhi after long, almost after four years. I'd left Delhi for my college in Mumbai! So whenever I used to come to Delhi, it used to be a short stay of about 3-4 days, at max one week, and that too during festive offs. It was like my home had become my vacay stay.  So back in school-days, I used to hate rains. I could go to school in extreme winters with like 3 degrees Celsius but not when it would be raining. I used to hate the idea of dressing up in my school outfit, then load it with my school bag, a raincoat, an umbrella, and gumboots. And unlike in Mumbai, Delhi receives light to medium rainfall. So, during rainy days, I used to take a leave from school, terrorizing my parents that due to heavy rains, the roads would be wet, the driver wouldn't be able...

  Just about last night, I came across this post on Instagram " Everyone teaches us to say No, but no one teaches us to accept no " That is so true.  But there was only one thought that crossed my mind while reading that...can acceptance really be taught? Or do we learn it with real-time experience, having been through a failure, a break-up, a non-promotion, a rejection?  Why do we fear failure? Why do we fear rejection? Why is it that we are on a constant quest to just get what we desire? Why can't we simply accept things the way they are?  Has it ever occurred to you, I'm going in for an exam and, if I fail that exam, what would my next strategy be? Or is it just the usual, I have given my 100%, rest is luck? Or I am gonna get this.  We all are taught to be optimistic, right? But has anyone ever questioned that we might be losing out on what's real while chasing that optimism, and in ways weakening our power to accept things the way they are?  So, most of...

 A winter night it was, stars lit the jet black blanket of the night sky while the moonlight perfectly pierced its way through the dense leaves of the once summer flower tree, dancing on the beautiful snow blanket that covered the street. It was a quiet night, so quiet that one could even hear silence. There was no life around, except for my friends and me, and of course some bats and owls here and there.  It was a perfect surrounding to spend the night in, though none of us bothered to notice that, busy as we were engrossed in our talks. It was New Year's Eve. I suggested walking down the street and recalling memories that once bound all of us together. We were best friends in college, distanced as we all went apart to write our lives. Dancing and laughing as we all went down the street adding voice to the quiet-still night, we recalled our late-night college diaries, discussing how life had changed for all of us, how we forgot to smile, live and have fun the way we used to, ...

12 years of schooling, 3 years of graduation, and a year or so of work, I have always abided by the mantra of staying POSITIVE and being kind to everyone. That's one thing my parents have always taught me, be positive and everything else will just fall in line and be kind to every soul . But this is something I didn't always experience. When I first stepped into college, about 4 years back, I met different kinds of people, each of them obviously with a different view and personality, some not always positive or kind.  So, my experience with the "not so positive" attitude started there. That was the first time I was staying in an all-girls hostel, sharing room with 2 strangers with whom I didn't share even one similarity. Now, a group of strangers, new to the city, all away from their homes, will surely connect in the first few months. There will be hostel night stay-ins, singing and dancing nights, play-dates, Maggi nights, we too had all of it. I think the first ...

Worli Sea Link, Mumbai (Photograph by Nandita Relia) ⭐️It's here in Mumbai where you'll come with a bag of dreams but leave with much more than that. ⭐️It's here in Mumbai where you might not know anyone, yet those familiar faces on the local train would make you feel at home!  ⭐️It's here in Mumbai where you may go finding Salman Khan at galaxy apartments, only to end up finding him at 'Bademiyan'.  ⭐️It's here in Mumbai where you might not talk to your best friend for long, but end up finding a friend in a stranger. Coz those long walks at the beach or idle time at cafes are to look out for...  ⭐️It's here in Mumbai where you'll find people looking out for each other- and by looking out, I don't mean asking 'how you're doing' but bringing an extra "Dabba" for you when Dabba system shuts down!  ⭐️ It's here in Mumbai where you might not find time for breakfast, but that Vada pav and cutting chai round the corner will...