No matter how

..long you have been away from your hometown, you are happy being there, soaking in everything, from the fresh masala vadas to the late night gossip sessions.

..the streets and highways are crowded, a road trip has its own charm.

..you have lost touch with your relatives, their welcoming smile makes you forget everything and takes you back to your childhood, when you used to run around them asking for this and that.

..its been ages since you got the chance to dress up for an occasion, its exciting when the opportunity presents itself and you lap it up.

..you eat idli everyday at home, itsย combination with vada and three chutneys at a hotel is irresistable.

..I tie the saree, I just cannot get it perfect, sigh!

..how soft the beds in hotels and other’s homes are, the best comforting sleep you get is on your own, in your bedroom.

P.S We are back, will be stalking all your blogs soon ๐Ÿ™‚

In retrospection

2014 has been a different year for me, different than previous many years. It was the year which i largely spent with myself. And Moo ofcourse. But you get the point. Zack was largely absent throughout this year, and now when i think about it, living apart from him was not that difficult. The first week of March when i left him for my mother’s, i wrote him cheesy letters telling how I cant live even one day without him. In the end, turned out we lived happily without each other for seven months. It was a new kind of life, sleepless nights being the high point. I had lots of time in my hand in the last trimester, i watched long forgotten movies, listened to so many new songs, watched television, went for long, relaxed walks and ate so many old and new dishes. I gained confidence in cooking and started experimenting a lot. After coming back to Bangalore, because of the no maid situation, I learnt to manage my time very well. Handling an infant and running a house – phew, awesome experiences.

Moo. Mommyhood has made me a lot more loving. Even though she keeps me awake the whole night and screams like she is given a third degree torture, I love to see her smile in her sleep, cling to my lap like its the most comforting bed, wrap her tiny little fingers tightly around mine. She does not smile very often, but when she does, she lights up the entire room.

Being a mom has brought many changes to me. Physically, I still resemble a baby hippo, havent been able to lose the extra weight. But then again, I have stopped caring about it. I am loving my free size kurtas like anything, with no tension of not having even a single fitted attire. Shopping online for them is easy too ๐Ÿ˜€ One neighborhood aunty told me the other day, if I do not start losing weight, I will start looking like an aunty. I said I already am ๐Ÿ˜†

This year had many issues and misunderstandings with Zack. But in the end, I weigh what is more important. Today or yesterday. Invariably, ‘now’ wins. Letting go has never been more beautiful ๐Ÿ™‚

2015 – Welcome!

P.S Taking part in the blogging marathon 2015 hosted by Seema. Hope I complete the challenge!

How I started eating alone

If we look back to the years gone by, we find that we have changed somewhat. Now change in what sense? Perspective, habits, goals, etc. That is not to say we change completely, some things cannot change no matter how much oneself tries or others help to try ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜›

One change which has occurred or rather which I have incorporated in myself over the past three years is the ability to eat alone anywhere, anyplace. There is a three-step process to achieve this, read on if you are interested ๐Ÿ˜‰

Step 1. To eat alone, with company ( aka strangers)

When I joined my current workplace three years ago, I was the only lady in the organisation. I had lunch with the guys for the first three days but found their conversations guarded because of my presence. So on the fourth day I asked them if we had a food court nearby. It turned out the building had a pretty huge one. It so happened that some places allowed you to eat your food from your lunch box while others had a strict ‘No lunchbox’ policy. I found a table for myself in a place where I made it triple sure lunch boxes were not banned. Now that table seated 4, just as I opened my box I had one girl asking if I was expecting someone and if she could sit there. No pleasantries exchanged, we had our meals and left the table. That became a routine, me either joining strangers during lunch times or having them joined me. This was still very new for me, to eat all by myself in the company of strangers.

Step 2. To eat alone, without company ( aka you, and only you)

It so happened once that during tea break at office,ย  I was wandering in the food court and on call with Zack. I felt too hungry to walk back to office and I had a CCD kiosk right in front of me. I wanted something savory and ordered a samosa. I sat on a table and found myself all alone. People were walking all along the corridor and I was sitting all by myself waiting for my samosa. When it came finally, I felt too conscious to eat it. I called the husband.

“Busy?”
“No, tell me”
“I have to eat a samosa all by myself”
“Eat fast, otherwise it will get cold”
“Arrey I told I have to eat it alone”
“So?”
“I am not used to eat alone like this”
[Insert snigger and a chuckle]
“You talk to me and eat, will give you company”

Slowly and gradually, I stopped being conscious of eating alone. I stopped calling the husband too. How to concentrate on food if I have to hold a conversation on phone ๐Ÿ˜›
After office hours and before boarding the bus, I used to find a nice place for myself and finish my sandwich or the fresh fruit juice I ordered.

Step 3. To eat alone, in public ( aka the world is my family)

The next progression in my eating habits came when I became pregnant. I could not afford to wait till I got home or for breaks at work to start eating. And so I started eating fruits and muffins and dry fruits at all places previously frowned upon by me – at my office desk, at bus stops, in buses, during walking back from bus stop to home, during evening walks on weekends, basically anywhere + anyplace + anytime. I would get down from my bus, cross the road and immediately open the muffin packet on a busy stretch of road having the evening passers-by and vehicles. I would get amused seeing theย  ‘cant she even wait till she reaches home’ glances.

I know, but I do not give a damn ๐Ÿ˜€