Be Gentle

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begentleEveryone I know (myself included) is always beating themselves up: over where they are in their careers, what they could have done differently about lost loves, how they could have been there more for a parent, how they could be eating healthier, lost a little weight, been more hardworking, bought a house, been wiser with their money.

So sometimes, it’s important to remind yourself that you are only human and you’re doing the best you can. Be gentle with yourself. You are all you’ve got in this world.

Tea Snob

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Thought you should know that I am an awful tea snob. I inherited this from my parents, who carry their own tea when travelling, lest they have to drink Assam or worse, Malayasian tea (oh, the horror!)

Darjeeling first or second flush, no milk and very little sugar. Water on tea, not tea in water. And yes, absolutely no boiling.

For tea with milk, the fall flush, which has a more robust, muddy flavor. And by milk, I do mean a spot, really.

Cake

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I eat a very healthy breakfast, and an even healthier lunch.

I also eat veggies and fruits, drink matcha tea with very watery skimmed milk and only one cup of coffee per day. However, on my way back home in the evenings, invariably, a sense of doom descends upon me. Why am I here, what am I doing with my life, am i really happy, should i start over, etc.

Then I come home and eat cake. Copious amounts of cake. And in fact, it does make everything better.

It’s a fact.

 

Weekend Fun

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There was a time in my life when weekends brought with them a kind of restlessness. What will I do? How can I possibly be at home on Saturday night? What will the weekend nazis say about me if I hung out with myself? Will it be kind of pathetic? Fridays were spent in a flurry of phone calls, plans, outfits, and movie tickets.

But that has all changed. Weekend social anxiety has given way to sweat pants, Youtube and bits of cake in my hair. I now routinely choose sitting at home letting my belly hang out over social engagements that require me to suck it in, literally and figuratively. Weekend nazis be damned.

What do your weekends look like? Also, do you think it’s sad? Cuz, I kinda like it.

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Obsessing over a song

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I don’t know if this happens to you, but sometimes I get obsessed with a song and then I listen to it over and over and over, on a loop.

The past few days it has been a song by Pakistani singer, Rahat Fateh Ali Khan (you can find it here). It’s a song about eternal love and longing and waiting. There’s some poetic complaining about heart break. It’s beautiful, even if you don’t know what the lyrics mean.

So of course, I had to draw something pointless about it, with what are probably wildly incorrect Hindi spellings of Punjabi words. I am not sad right now, but I figured someone somewhere is sure to be.

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