#33to33 greetings

Meeting and greeting 

A lousy post cause it was a lousy day, I just couldn't get my head and heart to think about me.

Well I did at times but it was all rot and negative.

I had to pull myself together to think of something to really snap myself out of the drama.

My instant mood fixer, my go to for a little happiness portion -is a ride to Bandra (rik-shaw) of course !

The sheer thought of it was completely bliss. Bandra has been the little 'city' as I like to call it my world ! My school , my college, my first office of 3 years had all there. My heart... Was there there. 

We set out to meet my aunt over a cuppa tea and boy what a good idea that tired out to be. We haven't seen each other which would now be close to a year thanks to the Pandemic.  

Old memories,flavours of Bandra PAO and snacks and catching up got us beaming ! To see the joy of meeting one another on everyone's face is something that can't be explained.

Tea time soon rolled on to dinner and there was no talk of leaving.

 With a lighter hearts and heavier bags we got back home ! 

Oh to be on Bandra ! 🎶

#33to33 - the universe

 was a rather rough and tough day and it only grew worse .

I didn't think I'd want to do anything for me today, I had my daily chores outlined, which seemed even more dreadful today.

I was close to giving up on what I should do for me to make me cheerful. I am excellent at psyching my self into various negative notions.

The mind is so so susceptible to accepting negative notions rather than a positive one. And it really take hard work and daily reminders to convince oneself about confidence and self esteem! 

But I'm guessing along with doing what makes me happy, happiness is also a state of mind, may also be a very conscious choice.

With my 33 to 33 quest, I knew I was forced to make time for me- something I would never do or else , but what ?

Minutes later into a video call with my family over a cuppa chai  , my heart was lighter and my mood brighter. This was further extended with mum and I reminiscing over the funniest moments of life when I was a child.

The universe wanted me to accomplish 33to33 !

I may not have done anything out of the way for today, but God knew how to put this  happiness portion there. He sent my mum :) 

She told me I was rougher and rougher !

#33to33 - leisure walking

A walk to remember 

Since I've gotten married I've always tried to spend alone time with my mum.A bond that developed differently with the different roles we both played over the period of years. We love to catch up over evening tea and share random conversations. 

Today my one thing to do was walk down the road with my mum. I had two goals to achieve, one  - get her to get over the fear of moving out in public and two- spend alone time with her . Since I moved to a new residence, we both had much to simply gaze at even though it was just down the street.

It was a role reversal stage. There were times where she used to hold my hand and show me around. Today it was the other way.

My mum isn't the type to gossip, talk about others or pass judgement. And yet, we have good conversations.

We walked together with our masks on our faces and sparkle in our eyes. We both needed the time off . Surprisingly we didn't have much conversation - but we were so content on our hearts.

The simple joy of walking with each other

 fully understanding each other

 with out exchanging many words with each other.

#33to33- Baking

 

This is going to be  short and deliciously sweet !🍰🍰

Last night I did sleep happy fulfilling my goal of doing one thing for me! However knowing me, I stressed about 'what next' , what should I do next ? will I have enough material to write about it.

By the morning I knew exactly what I was doing to do for me! Bake of course.

Baking for me is therapeutic especially late at nights.  My love for baking started when I just finished school. My mum got me enrolled at a local baking class and soon I was doing some sugar crafts too. She would allow me to use the kitchen after she finished with her share of the kitchen work. we didn't have very big kitchen nor tooo many resources , but her encouragement was enough to get the ball rolling. Sometimes she would bake with me, some times she would simply allow me to do my bit.

Late night baking meant a quiet house with the whirring of my hand blender, the cracking of eggs, the scrapping of the vessel and the faint aromas of freshly baked cake. I'd wait patiently reading whatever material available or clearing up the kitchen and the dining table checking on the cake from time to time. The sounds of the times always made my heart skip a beat - excitement and yet.. 'darn they better not wake up'. And at that very hour... where Id bake my cake, I would eat it too! :) 

Today I baked reliving all those memories and how blessed I am to have a fancy ass kitchen, all the necessary baking tools , space for 3 in a kitchen and yet the aromatic smells to fill my home! 

What special today ? Mum is here with me and she will wake up to the aromas of freshly baked cake!

#33to33- Journaling

        I'm going to turn 33 in exactly 33 days and have decided to do something that 'Sparks Joy' in me for these 33 days. Of course it's a big deal, its more than just the big 3...'O' it's 3 more ! 

Gone are the days where I can be drunk, tipsy and bar hopping anymore... not cause I cant- cause its the damn pandemic !  So I'm going to trip on something that keeps me happy or something that brings back a memory or will make a memory. No judgements , no rational, no opinions! Just me DEE!

The first on my list is to write/to journal all that I feel, to pen down my memory of the one thing that made me happy on the journey to 33. I'm super kicked about this idea and very skeptical of sharing it... only cause Im shy ! But heck may be the journey will get better. 

Writing in its true sense sparks joy in me. I love stationery(and if u know me - Im a hoarder) Also to write about the one thing that made me happy, makes me more appreciative of all that I've really been blessed with .  This year may be rot, but it has taught me to be truly appreciative of all that I have even the tiniest of gestures and deeds make a difference. 

I'm hoping to be consistent and not a lazy ass on this project, So I'm going to give it my best shot !

To memories and finding joy in all that I do 🍻🍷! Lets keep up the SPIRIT ! -always 

The goon restored faith

A couple of colleagues and I decided to pep up the tiring day by going for a drink after work.
Quickly wrapped up our work and hoped into the car and headed on to the local bar.
No worries about what your wore, or how much money you had. These were non judgmental areas.
As in Mumbai, everyone's in a hurry and we were too. As we drove through the narrow by lanes, we brushed into a big guy riding d bike. He yelled abuses at us, but heck it's what everyone does.
We continued to maneuver through the narrow lane only to realize he is riding besides us scratching and banging the car.
We drove away as fast we could and all this narrow lane.
He soon started to follow us. Unfortunately we get a red signal and we are forced to stop.He parks his bike ahead of us and starts banging the car.
Locked in the car with our windows rolled up, all of us begin to panic. So we cant move...this bike is blocking our path. He get angrier and he pulls out the vipers, bangs the glass and even hits the door.
Thankfully nothing is cracked and we are still out of his reach.
The situation is still very tense and I'm in d front seat. What do I do?
This guy was big enough to knock me out in one blow! What if he did through the glass. He wasn't the kind who you can talk to. And he is getting rowdier and the language couldn't get more filthier.
With sweat trickling down the forehead, my friend decides to try and call a help line. Though we connected, the fright held her back.

A good Samaritan  appears and holds the big goon and tries to take him aside..He wont budge, continuing to abuse us. WE are 4 women in a car, and scared to death.
Thanks god the windows r up
The Samaritan move the bike while the good walk over to the other side of the road. In no time the signal goes green and we drive faster than ever.
No sooner he noticed,he picks a huge rock and throws at the car. We missed it!
Thank god......WE DROVE
We drove on to a flyover non stop to where ever the road took us. No looking back. Some how we lost him.
In all this...when it was over....my sweet macky friend says....shit shit

"Jesus is real"..He saved us .

The Recipe Book

Met this very old lady the other day, who handed me a book and said 'Here my girl read it, u may like it'. Wondering what it could be, I glanced to look at the book hoping it was not a self-help book or those that tell you how to live your life.
'I thought it was a recipe book' she mutterd.

The title read
'Chicken Soup for the Soul'