tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59804078653342752702024-03-13T20:21:27.860-07:00Indian fashion Blog, Indian Fashion Blogger, Top Indian Street StyleAn Indian fashion blog that aims to capture interesting Indian street style.Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.comBlogger241125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-35425145960501804712024-02-21T08:40:00.000-08:002024-03-12T05:07:09.898-07:00Never Not Sure Of<p>There are days when I have it all figured out - where to live, what to do on weekends, who to meet, the vacations to save money for. And then there are days when I feel as lost as a ball in dense shrubs. Days when I stare at a fully stocked fridge and still unsure what to cook. Moments when I have absolutely no idea how to spend an entire day.</p><p>Today is one such day, so I don't know what to write about. And then I stumbled upon these pictures from my library and I decide to upload them because this is one outfit I will never not be sure of. A grey chunky sweater, black pants and black boots. Nothing can go wrong.</p><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">...........................................................................................................................................................</span></span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcOYSNQ9Gi6i-JtePrDLFDejkAm5aYbXHikOvrIW7EA_Sk28zuF7qI3F1iaTBjQCoDgrhvzHnOyJeU6RlXaoDAG2tWVRLB5eNvMtosR9zm5BEy2Q26jzIj9xVgTs1YAuDhabltx1BOcxxZbwGz5gZhyQDD6rwFj624VAEBOLICYTXFUf5bar9eNEuu02Y/s960/Grey%20sweater%202.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcOYSNQ9Gi6i-JtePrDLFDejkAm5aYbXHikOvrIW7EA_Sk28zuF7qI3F1iaTBjQCoDgrhvzHnOyJeU6RlXaoDAG2tWVRLB5eNvMtosR9zm5BEy2Q26jzIj9xVgTs1YAuDhabltx1BOcxxZbwGz5gZhyQDD6rwFj624VAEBOLICYTXFUf5bar9eNEuu02Y/s16000/Grey%20sweater%202.jpg" /></a></div><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWkc4PWPb5EF_jegBsHZt86U4ndPXL1tR4J1XJu3O_1Tdh_fTYG8lhOSx_O882_s449Bpw5lMluPLC7C9iNS2vBiGsWO4bUYvQ3cfJldVBXT_qYLnyIvji_wafwDpkUZo5dD3TDlcNvCg_4xemWCfhkJBKvP1obgfQTjvQzV30fHk92_0bgIscAB-qviW/s960/Grey%20sweater%201.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWkc4PWPb5EF_jegBsHZt86U4ndPXL1tR4J1XJu3O_1Tdh_fTYG8lhOSx_O882_s449Bpw5lMluPLC7C9iNS2vBiGsWO4bUYvQ3cfJldVBXT_qYLnyIvji_wafwDpkUZo5dD3TDlcNvCg_4xemWCfhkJBKvP1obgfQTjvQzV30fHk92_0bgIscAB-qviW/s16000/Grey%20sweater%201.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmjZl6fv5ZPpiD6iY3bjxA9ES57Uhw9a7vkrB5xZZuSIgu-v_KEJqpp124LEnWWf4zZFc0MztapNMMBRuvMRxmCS_PT05sN2cgZW39k9KUifuLJduU2heHezeiAXkqMpqD58OmBZgPQbhSa5eG_esR8cc_CWEqy3kC0GrQcT6WPdUOQTgN3dF02pQTmpaK/s908/Grey%20sweater%204.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="908" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmjZl6fv5ZPpiD6iY3bjxA9ES57Uhw9a7vkrB5xZZuSIgu-v_KEJqpp124LEnWWf4zZFc0MztapNMMBRuvMRxmCS_PT05sN2cgZW39k9KUifuLJduU2heHezeiAXkqMpqD58OmBZgPQbhSa5eG_esR8cc_CWEqy3kC0GrQcT6WPdUOQTgN3dF02pQTmpaK/s16000/Grey%20sweater%204.jpg" /></a></div><br />Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-86750936995610281362024-01-30T00:18:00.000-08:002024-01-30T00:18:19.020-08:00Simplifying Winter Dressing<p>For some people, putting together a winter outfit is more complicated than an intern trying to figure out their first job or someone trying to find a balance between their cravings for coffee and anxiety management resolutions. Here are three things that have simplified the art of winter dressing for me.</p><p><b>Owning versatile outerwear:</b> Owning a few coats and jackets in colours such as black, grey, tan or navy has allowed me to throw them over almost everything.</p><p><b>Shoes that do the trick: </b>Shoes with minimal design, e.g. black or white sneakers with very little print or typography, or flat boots can easily go with layered winter outfits.</p><p><b>Solid t-shirts and scarves: </b>When it comes to solid t-shirts and scarves, I think we can opt for almost any colour. If it's muted, it will look like an organic fit; if it's a bold colour, it will add a pop to an otherwise monochrome or basic outfit. </p><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">...........................................................................................................................................................</span></span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWvrMZgXD3auJluV1v3mr2qYzGITqhAzjaqT7fuuj_P6f3PztR1BpL9Mm1WvzNQJQVVs3n-udM7BFnHB2mKe3TcbhCk4IMstjeahyIDcysqxQBiSbQWMh3Dzf05A1TRxxuuDzaEM2_dsijCUBajaria1l16CUPyfkCGbZJtXsY-mTo4DTvFBAXhEkd7jx_/s960/French%20Street%20Style.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWvrMZgXD3auJluV1v3mr2qYzGITqhAzjaqT7fuuj_P6f3PztR1BpL9Mm1WvzNQJQVVs3n-udM7BFnHB2mKe3TcbhCk4IMstjeahyIDcysqxQBiSbQWMh3Dzf05A1TRxxuuDzaEM2_dsijCUBajaria1l16CUPyfkCGbZJtXsY-mTo4DTvFBAXhEkd7jx_/s16000/French%20Street%20Style.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzzXS7H89f1L4II050AdiLJsc2ahKQduQznnpZdKBQ8GzXgfFwl730hyM7gMIrgawag7klU3C2EDkw8CMpbaC2F5soGQF9TCHateOTBAnB9tm5WoGc__zL2qhYO9PSJdCvweFYOrhzGIj2cSfvGiXiCJwK7Fa29KYnCvTsfjQfBCfrp6Q4BPwDegOKtOfZ/s960/French%20Street%20style2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzzXS7H89f1L4II050AdiLJsc2ahKQduQznnpZdKBQ8GzXgfFwl730hyM7gMIrgawag7klU3C2EDkw8CMpbaC2F5soGQF9TCHateOTBAnB9tm5WoGc__zL2qhYO9PSJdCvweFYOrhzGIj2cSfvGiXiCJwK7Fa29KYnCvTsfjQfBCfrp6Q4BPwDegOKtOfZ/s16000/French%20Street%20style2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOS07BvHg0KNtCO2GHjWrs0qoEId5iJ5E2wBx998EnMc2VJAhrRTGcry9We9xIAv-yWf4G4dKU3XsZo5uqJIWIcaDQ--6FeaP2qJoD26e3abximVAmdBxtZGv2TC2gOIh4iQ2ay4tEo1TJD4HMRaeRkgMdH9FYQ7PgS3OZn4HlnzZb7qV3R8JeUNTC7lY/s960/French%20style%203.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOS07BvHg0KNtCO2GHjWrs0qoEId5iJ5E2wBx998EnMc2VJAhrRTGcry9We9xIAv-yWf4G4dKU3XsZo5uqJIWIcaDQ--6FeaP2qJoD26e3abximVAmdBxtZGv2TC2gOIh4iQ2ay4tEo1TJD4HMRaeRkgMdH9FYQ7PgS3OZn4HlnzZb7qV3R8JeUNTC7lY/s16000/French%20style%203.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-34408106919230510812023-12-11T23:48:00.000-08:002023-12-11T23:48:35.323-08:00Being Sad in a Sadder World<p>In times when everyone posts their best pictures and videos showcasing their perfect lives on social media, it's easy to feel lost. It's easy to believe our life is nothing but a big bag of meh (sorry, I couldn't find a better word). According to some, posting about sad things can bring a much-needed sense of reality. But I often wonder, if we talk about the problems and challenges of our lives on digital media, will there be any takers? Will anyone care to go through paragraphs of pouring hearts and streaming tears? At this point, I am not even looking for answers. It's all just a big blob of ramble.</p><p>And then I wonder if I even have the right to ramble in a world where children are being killed. In a world where islands are drowning, people are losing homes because of natural disasters, in a world where half of the population still struggles to live a decent life.</p><p>If you have managed to read so far, you must have guessed that all is not well and that the smiling pictures in these blogs do not tell the complete story. I am going through one of the most challenging phases of my life - in terms of health (both physical and mental) and my parents' health. Throw in some money issues to this, and I have a mix I don't know what to do with. But as I said, all these problems are nothing compared to what people in the world are going through. </p><p>So at this very moment, I take a deep breath, feel guilty for having better problems, pause only to realise I still have no clue of what lies ahead, take another deep breath and publish this post. </p><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">...........................................................................................................................................................</span></span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCy75cnW8psyIIdBQU4puWfdbNIMyqwPLA2dk6FmuhhKPH_02YLP1uawzn2zVpYWnDRWzJcpMf0EcyWnKt1HV30FqkF7qIlTb5nBl1E1U0azKb_6r-MzvE8FoeUwCXt2uSfcR5Mg0AcKNjHmWf-1D3JnrVcRxAlW8OWxrCKCr5NacfODuAm5GBsuw0FAtj/s960/1A3A0080.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCy75cnW8psyIIdBQU4puWfdbNIMyqwPLA2dk6FmuhhKPH_02YLP1uawzn2zVpYWnDRWzJcpMf0EcyWnKt1HV30FqkF7qIlTb5nBl1E1U0azKb_6r-MzvE8FoeUwCXt2uSfcR5Mg0AcKNjHmWf-1D3JnrVcRxAlW8OWxrCKCr5NacfODuAm5GBsuw0FAtj/s16000/1A3A0080.jpg" /></a></div><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_sLGeee1TZCZv368U6R8hoF9MyQYcYXLf0aJsBjFio8HD_vqwML2sSJUyqz1HschtAeKxDCK496D2vETK6PMoT8FrxmttEtzFt-a4YnhxNNhucUODvK0ZBcLH2jpsTWNF37feM1zDDmIhdl8iXjHO3R8TrPfRf9g5y2a82JbmW30cmp41r04Sg6BBa5k/s960/Grey%20coat.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_sLGeee1TZCZv368U6R8hoF9MyQYcYXLf0aJsBjFio8HD_vqwML2sSJUyqz1HschtAeKxDCK496D2vETK6PMoT8FrxmttEtzFt-a4YnhxNNhucUODvK0ZBcLH2jpsTWNF37feM1zDDmIhdl8iXjHO3R8TrPfRf9g5y2a82JbmW30cmp41r04Sg6BBa5k/s16000/Grey%20coat.jpg" /></a></div><br />Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-37475348939610137452023-11-19T03:56:00.000-08:002023-11-19T03:56:56.081-08:00Dressing up for winter<p>During winter, it's easy for my mind to wander off to the grey landscapes of old novels set in Russia or England. It's easier to lie for hours under the quilt, reading, listening to old songs while taking breaks, only to ponder the shapeshifting nature of life. </p><p>What is not easy for me is to dress up, layer after layer, working with all the thrifted winter pieces in the closet. So, I have found a few ways to make dressing up for winter less painful. And here is the first one - I take a long coat and pair it with a summer scarf! I then find a pair of pants that are some shade of the coat colour itself. If I am wearing a grey dress, I can throw on a coat of some other shade of grey. In this blogpost, it's mostly browns. And I think it works. </p><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">...........................................................................................................................................................</span></span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBzGdCRWuGr1bXuTHtKIeNqLsIqIXHGlLSxxgWUcn4P9adFl6SZLtUukodmclwLegGqPWcDHIaL1IGpB-TgrDqFKJYdc8fYVeQLs7bLbDHbYASnUhqC0HZ889UB1pIEWiHWhs6ClWn1fcKNu82WUwjEQbP64YJVc6FV-Qrd4WoIwkE2m3CJhiwyVSEv-yT/s960/Brown%20overcoat.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBzGdCRWuGr1bXuTHtKIeNqLsIqIXHGlLSxxgWUcn4P9adFl6SZLtUukodmclwLegGqPWcDHIaL1IGpB-TgrDqFKJYdc8fYVeQLs7bLbDHbYASnUhqC0HZ889UB1pIEWiHWhs6ClWn1fcKNu82WUwjEQbP64YJVc6FV-Qrd4WoIwkE2m3CJhiwyVSEv-yT/s16000/Brown%20overcoat.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhTTaTWyY1ht6n-4SyixaI9khLRO5OXDINTgSJig6qwvbt3kWCA9yz_W112257YyaD5akcNDM_ji8aO-MSRuDGw4lDWjJPrhRkwb9jzCgtc6yGM1c1gu-hUujZc34q-aBtYFJAww8k3yZmkIFEd8ZfsP5Qo8rBlLqM-_Mx8t1h0r_cGWP7TnvttxBsMZkw/s960/European%20fashion1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhTTaTWyY1ht6n-4SyixaI9khLRO5OXDINTgSJig6qwvbt3kWCA9yz_W112257YyaD5akcNDM_ji8aO-MSRuDGw4lDWjJPrhRkwb9jzCgtc6yGM1c1gu-hUujZc34q-aBtYFJAww8k3yZmkIFEd8ZfsP5Qo8rBlLqM-_Mx8t1h0r_cGWP7TnvttxBsMZkw/s16000/European%20fashion1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjurgizq-RvEGnhVG2Y1ApzashqM3DTRM8wNNTnWt9ZYsiYX6qV8QQtjkCnWy6sp7mZUlX2osMLnUVrAjhQc00P_78stYwdhN9DqytSlsBw8jZnOMb-xN35TvQrlASUl9zTR5TqPpZt9takWz_axwm_gRxDfgfXo-YeM_3df6Qj5BdEt77wzfk3vVL96JFy/s960/1A3A2974.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjurgizq-RvEGnhVG2Y1ApzashqM3DTRM8wNNTnWt9ZYsiYX6qV8QQtjkCnWy6sp7mZUlX2osMLnUVrAjhQc00P_78stYwdhN9DqytSlsBw8jZnOMb-xN35TvQrlASUl9zTR5TqPpZt9takWz_axwm_gRxDfgfXo-YeM_3df6Qj5BdEt77wzfk3vVL96JFy/s16000/1A3A2974.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-59690176689157071202023-10-15T04:37:00.005-07:002023-10-15T04:43:12.596-07:00Things I Loved in Sweden<p>This year, I got this great opportunity to visit Sweden. And it was an incredible experience, of course. From cleaner air to the beautiful architecture, there is a lot to like. But here are the top things that I will never forget.</p><p><b><i>Bicycles everywhere!</i></b></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcFOLp2CNzXXyom6-AcoYCoPbbsP2ILoQFrjnZZCfUKSJZYP7pEQBrug8m7YIpM34BOWqLI23mWS6gsIwq6-1fE6hMGJOGcoKzlq5v8A1GF38TcBbcrZGTZQ4xCI69SVTgwKHlXIJMTMBMluc9JbLgYtOpUvo85odV_-MIf3Uk6S_Uh2Ww99tl4sxgR5kM/s909/1A3A0180.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcFOLp2CNzXXyom6-AcoYCoPbbsP2ILoQFrjnZZCfUKSJZYP7pEQBrug8m7YIpM34BOWqLI23mWS6gsIwq6-1fE6hMGJOGcoKzlq5v8A1GF38TcBbcrZGTZQ4xCI69SVTgwKHlXIJMTMBMluc9JbLgYtOpUvo85odV_-MIf3Uk6S_Uh2Ww99tl4sxgR5kM/s16000/1A3A0180.jpg" /></a></p><p>Leaving aside smaller environmental footprints, bicycles for me are the best way to commute short distance. And this country is so bicycle-friendly!</p><p><b><i>Evening lights!</i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEZNmZohX5Pacqku5_5NQs7kfLCW9cYk0IXqg0FlBNBzC-KhBnRlYZ3KPEFV8n5TevuqoFAFreFdRTI5cctbbfyheU9i636fu-VXIUA_pJBu2qcoaCLQOoURZSp7IGZ6s3Oy7CGbKFMyI-lbpT-arF-QtuDhqOOcLT4WQDtyhlYa4oNVLrTf6LpWa1Ed5k/s960/Kalskoga%20Streets.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEZNmZohX5Pacqku5_5NQs7kfLCW9cYk0IXqg0FlBNBzC-KhBnRlYZ3KPEFV8n5TevuqoFAFreFdRTI5cctbbfyheU9i636fu-VXIUA_pJBu2qcoaCLQOoURZSp7IGZ6s3Oy7CGbKFMyI-lbpT-arF-QtuDhqOOcLT4WQDtyhlYa4oNVLrTf6LpWa1Ed5k/s16000/Kalskoga%20Streets.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Maybe one gets to see these lights only during winters, but whatever it is, evening lights are magnificent in Sweden. It's as if white and yellow meet midway to illuminate the streets in a magical way. Hope this picture explains it better.</p><p><i><b>Beautiful buildings everywhere</b></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwj5XaTTL6k0ga7oWOIPEOU8W_iAdWFfsq8rjTP_Fa--c98iYREWw5KXAHf-mw3iuEtdslRQfcFn1GQmcpLmzCAGO5xQtMsY5gM4nK_P44XCRT9mgnVIYMNpOeJctGCTTQANG1D6wDxaP3j7p6Z_WLGwW9TVoMwCvbDG50NbVEVxdJnsSpiKIwGmUIRay/s853/Stockholm%20streets.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwj5XaTTL6k0ga7oWOIPEOU8W_iAdWFfsq8rjTP_Fa--c98iYREWw5KXAHf-mw3iuEtdslRQfcFn1GQmcpLmzCAGO5xQtMsY5gM4nK_P44XCRT9mgnVIYMNpOeJctGCTTQANG1D6wDxaP3j7p6Z_WLGwW9TVoMwCvbDG50NbVEVxdJnsSpiKIwGmUIRay/s16000/Stockholm%20streets.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Imagine your everyday grocery-run view to be like this. Exactly.</p><p><b><i>Inclusivity</i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBVcK90CP4MGeyCczep0olm5bxa_oA3h9PdudLrWwPN5zGbcf2Rh5wpjue2tJ-PeX9gZ35jPXbzR1zJJGxBGN6udcJsLwynriN-BZTIYAGhhSx_Rqcfhmei2OkjbkH9xQ9WcXFXoJ2Jm-3LsEk_gVnCJCExnbuu9Lz8THTulKtpDTkAgG7BXzn72wtaILL/s855/IMG_20230126_072506.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="855" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBVcK90CP4MGeyCczep0olm5bxa_oA3h9PdudLrWwPN5zGbcf2Rh5wpjue2tJ-PeX9gZ35jPXbzR1zJJGxBGN6udcJsLwynriN-BZTIYAGhhSx_Rqcfhmei2OkjbkH9xQ9WcXFXoJ2Jm-3LsEk_gVnCJCExnbuu9Lz8THTulKtpDTkAgG7BXzn72wtaILL/s16000/IMG_20230126_072506.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>This one deserves a separate post altogether. But this message on a public washroom is everything. </p><p><i><b>Pedestrian-friendly roads</b></i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScf_8GmfQDoD0NbqL6iaynj2MPXo5MMC0cdhXPi48vwVWkHgi1VVtq9EbPJ1CYLRJpGTpVQ4MYt3oCIGB79nD1vfo9Bo-AiWm5jjCpIiXYx-OC7h0HsWcqF181GqfqKtCYGV7SVX3K6u9wIrnCBQBFyLoPUVakTBuWzYRE9msw5tNOrccBgKhZBWg0WOw/s853/Linkoping%20streets.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScf_8GmfQDoD0NbqL6iaynj2MPXo5MMC0cdhXPi48vwVWkHgi1VVtq9EbPJ1CYLRJpGTpVQ4MYt3oCIGB79nD1vfo9Bo-AiWm5jjCpIiXYx-OC7h0HsWcqF181GqfqKtCYGV7SVX3K6u9wIrnCBQBFyLoPUVakTBuWzYRE9msw5tNOrccBgKhZBWg0WOw/s16000/Linkoping%20streets.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>I don't think I will ever be less sentimental enough to describe how it feels to be able walk for hours without worrying about some vehicle owner trying to tell you how pedestrians do not belong on the roads.</p><p><b><i>Cute houses</i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Oh9QrpS_1GKNkjPJCyc9ALFXa18vi5GY8fggCXJWuIUiFCBnGn17YAis0lM5gJhZLYCREm0lw_zMFAC6HDFIgaYhzcsyX2pN36XacYqgkv3VH9MuOZaVMJ35abMwUSh3ZCM9QipsTQJn73vlV6vMiMKRcEB2gSImvy3cFDtB3OHEWYANfW4sL0pIT7_4/s853/Swedish%20houses.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Oh9QrpS_1GKNkjPJCyc9ALFXa18vi5GY8fggCXJWuIUiFCBnGn17YAis0lM5gJhZLYCREm0lw_zMFAC6HDFIgaYhzcsyX2pN36XacYqgkv3VH9MuOZaVMJ35abMwUSh3ZCM9QipsTQJn73vlV6vMiMKRcEB2gSImvy3cFDtB3OHEWYANfW4sL0pIT7_4/s16000/Swedish%20houses.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Even during the blue of the cold weather, some Swedish houses emit warmth. An evening stroll watching brightly-coloured houses is among the best kind of rest. Try it.</p><p><b><i>Food</i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilo7WJOMwC6ghoP3mDjkc4wKfbmpeaMOyVPXDs_hNzdvcHL8FGIhAUnOuRJDuv7_iTPHIEIl12iHk3bASg_Fz0hm0ZXzotqr59a5jAM4BH9g9JtC1mPQHvcV_tVqX9aNc-7hzm3JwmqZwRiMs6vZQQdY_loLvbcVtQhNCth8zix5EXu2VpqwjxKeXa6jdt/s853/Pasta%20in%20sweden.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilo7WJOMwC6ghoP3mDjkc4wKfbmpeaMOyVPXDs_hNzdvcHL8FGIhAUnOuRJDuv7_iTPHIEIl12iHk3bASg_Fz0hm0ZXzotqr59a5jAM4BH9g9JtC1mPQHvcV_tVqX9aNc-7hzm3JwmqZwRiMs6vZQQdY_loLvbcVtQhNCth8zix5EXu2VpqwjxKeXa6jdt/s16000/Pasta%20in%20sweden.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wjNVRGrFP3QSUyLbUTgXDZyHCxbmnQFxFYXQhF1GIFBlkVMT3jywT-bOfrYlplzYig1LNjjmD4H2eepq8kN5juE6ilbjLlmT4T5JepAl2LI15JWheMJmN_rALOmmU0MAEAy_sy7gr5-cVOp6yWptYTC75koJkLvpzEEArQfGbQJyxjwfZkOW69OOq93d/s853/pasta%20in%20sweden%202.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9wjNVRGrFP3QSUyLbUTgXDZyHCxbmnQFxFYXQhF1GIFBlkVMT3jywT-bOfrYlplzYig1LNjjmD4H2eepq8kN5juE6ilbjLlmT4T5JepAl2LI15JWheMJmN_rALOmmU0MAEAy_sy7gr5-cVOp6yWptYTC75koJkLvpzEEArQfGbQJyxjwfZkOW69OOq93d/s16000/pasta%20in%20sweden%202.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir19M7AxJhQbVdUezYyeb1PkUmzu3KQnmGzVb3ea92LOpyTIyn_R5o92j8GXOBa0TSu3REVtckPxArGjDychpJsezdglCW60QYgVdraPfK2DPTOebZimuyz6CxwbXp_UVkL799flEqgyVghb8Swu9wHhnS4WKQurimQfjWwdnmHH-0GsTclxybrxolQJtm/s855/European%20cafe.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="855" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir19M7AxJhQbVdUezYyeb1PkUmzu3KQnmGzVb3ea92LOpyTIyn_R5o92j8GXOBa0TSu3REVtckPxArGjDychpJsezdglCW60QYgVdraPfK2DPTOebZimuyz6CxwbXp_UVkL799flEqgyVghb8Swu9wHhnS4WKQurimQfjWwdnmHH-0GsTclxybrxolQJtm/s16000/European%20cafe.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Frankly speaking, I wouldn't go gaga about the food in Sweden, especially after having been to Italy and living in India. But, if you do just enough research, you can get your hands of some really good pasta, desserts and coffee!</p><p><b><i>The weather and the public transport!</i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPfrZ9_NtRZXZfvQ7Su0BPFcVgwQ4qMdS-Rpo9dYjUMUNGHTiUoUzcuC-ObIE_1YyMgudlk9tfA83TJsYwiIRDG4wpgqeI_qr4xQViF9ruV1EMwKj1Krf2hslQmoRiblFG877ug6rXuGGa384xYj8Rv6SEhx3myCfjcsvj1571zAwxx_WJNMFEb2pUpOSF/s853/how%20to%20dress%20for%20sweden%202.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPfrZ9_NtRZXZfvQ7Su0BPFcVgwQ4qMdS-Rpo9dYjUMUNGHTiUoUzcuC-ObIE_1YyMgudlk9tfA83TJsYwiIRDG4wpgqeI_qr4xQViF9ruV1EMwKj1Krf2hslQmoRiblFG877ug6rXuGGa384xYj8Rv6SEhx3myCfjcsvj1571zAwxx_WJNMFEb2pUpOSF/s16000/how%20to%20dress%20for%20sweden%202.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbAKaBzbrnfJbHdAK6UMsBwu6VANGLpu6-ePxW6ZtxdvWZxPO183GrloVUjAxqje6cP78O5jiKYeQmAaXwm_f5xQKh8RbjMl51nzwDAYofsAkebZnSUZAPYb_mqc6TjFIN5lZVSe2k-8HPmvyEnEb4wK8szRLNxNFiZcHtDiaoO_uf-AtKLHxMubvBHPaN/s960/how%20to%20dress%20for%20sweden.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbAKaBzbrnfJbHdAK6UMsBwu6VANGLpu6-ePxW6ZtxdvWZxPO183GrloVUjAxqje6cP78O5jiKYeQmAaXwm_f5xQKh8RbjMl51nzwDAYofsAkebZnSUZAPYb_mqc6TjFIN5lZVSe2k-8HPmvyEnEb4wK8szRLNxNFiZcHtDiaoO_uf-AtKLHxMubvBHPaN/s16000/how%20to%20dress%20for%20sweden.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>I know some people find Swedish winters too gloomy. I am not those people, I guess. And the public transport? Well, the entire Europe, I have heard, has done a good job there.</p><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">...........................................................................................................................................................</span></span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-11349392361762719772023-09-17T07:46:00.002-07:002023-09-17T07:46:26.296-07:00The Less-Celebrated Timeless Fashion Piece<p>On a breezy Sunday evening in September, I switch on my laptop to write a blog post on timeless fashion pieces. I think of structures blazers, black and navy blouses, trench coats and tan belts. I mentally picture each item under a soft spotlight in a studio and decide to place my bet on one. But then, as I scroll through my image library, I see pictures of me in a striped white t-shirt. In a sartorial world replete with expensive-looking trends, the classic white t-shirt seems like an approachable and less-celebrated timeless piece.</p><p>Look for <a href="https://www.cynephile.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/breathless.png" target="_blank">Jean Seberg</a> in Breathless or Audrey Tautou in <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2009/jul/31/coco-before-chanel" target="_blank">Coco Before Chanel</a> or this picture of<a href="https://i.pinimg.com/564x/bd/d5/f1/bdd5f11082c7de5ad54d3f835af6e764.jpg" target="_blank"> Audrey Hepburn</a> from a magazine shoot. And in case you are wondering how to style a striped tee in today's time, I suggest you throw it over a denim skirt (the longer, the better). Or you can pair it with a pair of mom jeans and a silk scarf for that vintage feel. And if you have shorts in the same colour as I did, try the pair at home to see if it works.</p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">........................................................................................................................................................</span></p><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span><div><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiyoQ7tvm3GS2UA8IOJdtBRggEmpsrZnnpY_1zyW5dTQeaCaKnOIa4UQ9Kazwu-KDhtjhX8Z1k6iLM4qRin2d6fxBft5M1mvLw-c78U7FUhlTQWDHEQGj-V2UyK4Bi5wIp7ZyR_2IjRhaO--gJY2fLMWuR6T8q1Q9sPzxaPQ7JRRz7Zoyqr7iobSQI_dut/s960/Summer%20shorts.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiyoQ7tvm3GS2UA8IOJdtBRggEmpsrZnnpY_1zyW5dTQeaCaKnOIa4UQ9Kazwu-KDhtjhX8Z1k6iLM4qRin2d6fxBft5M1mvLw-c78U7FUhlTQWDHEQGj-V2UyK4Bi5wIp7ZyR_2IjRhaO--gJY2fLMWuR6T8q1Q9sPzxaPQ7JRRz7Zoyqr7iobSQI_dut/s16000/Summer%20shorts.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkegxefstGG2x2sahjCy9-WcPfZuw4Q6ZB1wuPJG6CeY_BFrDyyBmHSsA5k0eBDDybOOT769mCLVygcLvBZvR4rkCTEXyaiKX3TbmkmGktib8lc424AJh6ZhJ8nEGxJajbcD88G84fTpewhO_i9tvs3dc04WpV6H3TEAQ9ophJVlOS_7ZP4biPKvhECoaS/s960/summer%20dressing.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkegxefstGG2x2sahjCy9-WcPfZuw4Q6ZB1wuPJG6CeY_BFrDyyBmHSsA5k0eBDDybOOT769mCLVygcLvBZvR4rkCTEXyaiKX3TbmkmGktib8lc424AJh6ZhJ8nEGxJajbcD88G84fTpewhO_i9tvs3dc04WpV6H3TEAQ9ophJVlOS_7ZP4biPKvhECoaS/s16000/summer%20dressing.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOUffrTYW6WyZWBi4pGJtiVnH5KTQupjknmtjKUVYWgWrO5I8ejb1xkJpisa-E5KJZh5s0mjBe1kBji83ptPu5X_sdLcxmpxPYNCtBpSIdY0PmUJPKyqWf1XTnt98mpEgbuHrmUJ5Vz5WdAISbev69WHiGkt0pgsxeFW3cFivEJM0ksUl_4V4gO7gojGX/s960/white%20shorts%20women.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOUffrTYW6WyZWBi4pGJtiVnH5KTQupjknmtjKUVYWgWrO5I8ejb1xkJpisa-E5KJZh5s0mjBe1kBji83ptPu5X_sdLcxmpxPYNCtBpSIdY0PmUJPKyqWf1XTnt98mpEgbuHrmUJ5Vz5WdAISbev69WHiGkt0pgsxeFW3cFivEJM0ksUl_4V4gO7gojGX/s16000/white%20shorts%20women.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-40673404760235470672023-08-24T07:54:00.003-07:002023-09-12T05:02:57.009-07:00Like a Magazine<p>Long back, a fellow blogger asked me why I put so much effort into the upkeep of a blog that doesn't pay me. And efforts it is: taking pictures, resizing them, writing a post and hitting the publish button. I have said before that I do this because I get to write for myself. Today, I became aware of another reason. The pictures! The magazine-like (or so I believe) pictures that I use to tell stories that will make sense someday. Posting some black-and-white pictures for no reason.</p><p>And no, pictures don't look the same on Instagram. </p><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">...........................................................................................................................................................</span></span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span><div><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXbBuU-xoRaGNzmpNBxsT8U4OVxzkKT4lfrKsSlJhJvxJunuPGC4WBfGwTWZFYI_-vguQuFZfUTjs7zBwLTZtQlv7K6kG1_1b01eL1f6qMZqy36_eFFGVilJGj-pO5G6Aarbsomqq5etVH8NsMql0iBob4dQvlqMoFsnjAP3jldqrAyOicdypwWbf68VxG/s853/IMG_20230129_233105.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXbBuU-xoRaGNzmpNBxsT8U4OVxzkKT4lfrKsSlJhJvxJunuPGC4WBfGwTWZFYI_-vguQuFZfUTjs7zBwLTZtQlv7K6kG1_1b01eL1f6qMZqy36_eFFGVilJGj-pO5G6Aarbsomqq5etVH8NsMql0iBob4dQvlqMoFsnjAP3jldqrAyOicdypwWbf68VxG/s16000/IMG_20230129_233105.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEialqasZ90YLaGk059VJdrPMz1QZWXrl6uNFei-NT67TOz8OVnr_fR6-RQSwj13JX8Rxz0J21dqmL5XkK4vfpD81IfppZTJGZDlrR1q32lDnOt30YsdM9sjegT5M7RRcFe0LvnwPc2Ry9RG7pEF-rbYV7s0b2-Gwx6zwkZdnskUHCHFPD83xYTfMO49mz4f/s960/IMG_20230311_235641.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEialqasZ90YLaGk059VJdrPMz1QZWXrl6uNFei-NT67TOz8OVnr_fR6-RQSwj13JX8Rxz0J21dqmL5XkK4vfpD81IfppZTJGZDlrR1q32lDnOt30YsdM9sjegT5M7RRcFe0LvnwPc2Ry9RG7pEF-rbYV7s0b2-Gwx6zwkZdnskUHCHFPD83xYTfMO49mz4f/s16000/IMG_20230311_235641.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsGNnFl2DGEJyCmO1dX5cBfu468frVNsHY2l9T-CKG5DJq0eiy7jXFUtiCpakfatyIFN6g2EeZtkNd-l2CCvMq2fn33wlBXetrzlInf31junQq_0V1_nXpsUkT67IexrAKJhzS8j-rubVayYMqBc-RATWRZAD7z_qIcKj3-GqbKZuSgN00NHKnctle22S0/s960/IMG_20230311_235252.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsGNnFl2DGEJyCmO1dX5cBfu468frVNsHY2l9T-CKG5DJq0eiy7jXFUtiCpakfatyIFN6g2EeZtkNd-l2CCvMq2fn33wlBXetrzlInf31junQq_0V1_nXpsUkT67IexrAKJhzS8j-rubVayYMqBc-RATWRZAD7z_qIcKj3-GqbKZuSgN00NHKnctle22S0/s16000/IMG_20230311_235252.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-75665055476201004322023-07-30T08:48:00.008-07:002023-08-13T05:28:27.867-07:00Not a Total Misfit<p>As I continue to stick to my almost-no-shopping rule in 2023, I face a big dilemma. How do I fit the new - I love neutrals and basics - me into my mostly old clothes? How do I not end up looking like a total misfit in my own, slightly changed world? Well, I guess I just have to try; use the existing pieces in a different way, maybe. The blogposts for at least the next two years will be the result of this effort of mine. </p><p>Here I have paired a white superwoman t-shirt with beige chinos, tan sandals and belt and minimal accessories to achieve that super-basic look. </p><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">...........................................................................................................................................................</span></span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span><div><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></span><div><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">PS: I do buy maybe 1-2 things every year, but in my head, I am not shopping.<br /></span></span><div><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSHxCM_HGbXNVZMGGyUlTTQlvOO-jLUmNBNT_AVCcwYL_viFgnIEAKhPNkbtyaLWzAYiucro7vNx-zQ10EMxjPDfgBIPoSNqVdO8NIx3vlfHHQrsehhkUwvz2aGAmWGFac8HF4afO3d_NSzhmpXQE51fp6saUX4b-V8Sw8IEzztZoYuNqN48-FLMCxA8i/s960/Chinos_Women.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Indian streel style" border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSHxCM_HGbXNVZMGGyUlTTQlvOO-jLUmNBNT_AVCcwYL_viFgnIEAKhPNkbtyaLWzAYiucro7vNx-zQ10EMxjPDfgBIPoSNqVdO8NIx3vlfHHQrsehhkUwvz2aGAmWGFac8HF4afO3d_NSzhmpXQE51fp6saUX4b-V8Sw8IEzztZoYuNqN48-FLMCxA8i/s16000/Chinos_Women.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCS3BniCbQhoxWd8IsDAawRmJ2blaAbLaN16HZTcGGIn7aRGm0q2cd6yxIpYViT1N8m1rLMMYMTx9OPWZ-ssOwtN5c_NEnrF52box0NXOnsmoibPJQGd_u5JSwk1apSJ86pBhXkoL4y-CzEwxg09TLkIkwzLgQkSOBt82dt-uB3mQGmuaIXVJlJxLzr6y4/s960/Superwoman%20t%20shirt.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Style a white t shirt" border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCS3BniCbQhoxWd8IsDAawRmJ2blaAbLaN16HZTcGGIn7aRGm0q2cd6yxIpYViT1N8m1rLMMYMTx9OPWZ-ssOwtN5c_NEnrF52box0NXOnsmoibPJQGd_u5JSwk1apSJ86pBhXkoL4y-CzEwxg09TLkIkwzLgQkSOBt82dt-uB3mQGmuaIXVJlJxLzr6y4/s16000/Superwoman%20t%20shirt.jpg" /></a></div><br /></div></div></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-23211513646533947732023-06-27T06:28:00.004-07:002023-09-12T05:09:26.373-07:00Four places to eat at Agonda, Goa<p>Today, I am allowing myself to digress and write about something different. In the hope of bringing a little bit of a lifestyle feel, here is a blog post on the top four places - in my opinion - to eat at Agonda, Goa.</p><p><b><i>Jardim A Mar</i></b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCqbGxAPh4IdmYejGjZAAqsyBSiUzQHlHoQmcs-lYUMpJvQ5yenEFHXMLdg7vOSq0LzcBDxEdHN0zWaNTjG-qlOUS99mU7kUmy5kzmz_LSQ3F9DOvuUseoiooC3mHOuuxI0iNt-dpTe8yocKB4vnu9B2v6xwAXRtjyB4MFs4I1BPs8Ua6KrTjl4W18UnEd/s853/IMG_3258.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCqbGxAPh4IdmYejGjZAAqsyBSiUzQHlHoQmcs-lYUMpJvQ5yenEFHXMLdg7vOSq0LzcBDxEdHN0zWaNTjG-qlOUS99mU7kUmy5kzmz_LSQ3F9DOvuUseoiooC3mHOuuxI0iNt-dpTe8yocKB4vnu9B2v6xwAXRtjyB4MFs4I1BPs8Ua6KrTjl4W18UnEd/s16000/IMG_3258.jpg" /></a></b></div><b><br /><i><br /></i></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFKbkDs1MIIwRZOKE5jlEiMF7XBOHRCnJRzUDPq_ZAQeU8ppa_d8MV5ZzIJCJpU21N-LoawV4vtyphUI8CdM0lYbUNhy1_r1MlR4hvKh81Eq5xcp35RPKaym5ugvMPkQ-yUmRMo7woOmxcwdZvU1EDb_v3Scwrb2NcilXFZ7GIkTGVDTSOSkYygoWrpk6/s853/IMG_3310.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFKbkDs1MIIwRZOKE5jlEiMF7XBOHRCnJRzUDPq_ZAQeU8ppa_d8MV5ZzIJCJpU21N-LoawV4vtyphUI8CdM0lYbUNhy1_r1MlR4hvKh81Eq5xcp35RPKaym5ugvMPkQ-yUmRMo7woOmxcwdZvU1EDb_v3Scwrb2NcilXFZ7GIkTGVDTSOSkYygoWrpk6/s16000/IMG_3310.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgjgh8nDf_t9ZIzzvLCqUNVUDNlBeBRwgRAD3Gork5rfGqB7A0DgaEUO1YLeHYwY8_B4axx8RmZqD3HkUtsDcbYUX8B9cPzYU64IUBuXRHPaXpcSKWxjjXRApAz9aJee0s_lzuvPw2JFKD0kFGk9gWm51YbaXiPsEGahnWiMY2CtXhkb5uVlNqMtJTDkw/s853/1691752007052.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgjgh8nDf_t9ZIzzvLCqUNVUDNlBeBRwgRAD3Gork5rfGqB7A0DgaEUO1YLeHYwY8_B4axx8RmZqD3HkUtsDcbYUX8B9cPzYU64IUBuXRHPaXpcSKWxjjXRApAz9aJee0s_lzuvPw2JFKD0kFGk9gWm51YbaXiPsEGahnWiMY2CtXhkb5uVlNqMtJTDkw/s16000/1691752007052.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>I cannot begin to describe what I feel about this place. Stunning sea view, real coffee and good, desi food. I recommend their Poori-bhaji, Nepalese veg thali, jhol momos, and coriander rice with yellow dal. And coffee!</p><p><b><i>Mandala Cafe</i></b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRt9TmeyzYPxuoKWxOVcXBrWyAAQm7_ewfThTYpJFpGbP836-LNGLIAZcr3DQsaYt6rFAwiiKcfK-Chn94OQTJPJ7WHnJbYYofksKJPJP6SDSp3GJ5DyVbMqIxtLQv4HJfy9qqGLWQ6vubiWApNF8kpQzITKjjG0plvaf7MyY3vroL1Z_TP_bebGRqU-u/s853/IMG_3249.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRt9TmeyzYPxuoKWxOVcXBrWyAAQm7_ewfThTYpJFpGbP836-LNGLIAZcr3DQsaYt6rFAwiiKcfK-Chn94OQTJPJ7WHnJbYYofksKJPJP6SDSp3GJ5DyVbMqIxtLQv4HJfy9qqGLWQ6vubiWApNF8kpQzITKjjG0plvaf7MyY3vroL1Z_TP_bebGRqU-u/s16000/IMG_3249.jpg" /></a></b></div><b><br /><i><br /></i></b><p></p><p>So, this place has all the vibes. If you know, you know. A hidden gem that offers great vegan food options at affordable prices. What to try? Smoothie bowl for breakfast, Palak Paneer thali for lunch and Thai Veg salad for dinner. You can thank me later.</p><p><b><i>Zest Agonda</i></b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfHBcc_aCm97-a_EP_mtNrmT-UEgBhDw_BpwRDXHXN6PGiV-53mBmEkYvsjUrXw7HrOgHCQnQ0VH6Oh_h5qv5rfyGCXFnABGaSEsgQ4pF8JU6rAhVKUyxe3OG-QdCRgp4C8Nl2VpkqNYhlcrL05dRA5srHq0UrW00LbXEziexhO3DjX2l7F_37TPa1msr/s853/IMG_1962.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfHBcc_aCm97-a_EP_mtNrmT-UEgBhDw_BpwRDXHXN6PGiV-53mBmEkYvsjUrXw7HrOgHCQnQ0VH6Oh_h5qv5rfyGCXFnABGaSEsgQ4pF8JU6rAhVKUyxe3OG-QdCRgp4C8Nl2VpkqNYhlcrL05dRA5srHq0UrW00LbXEziexhO3DjX2l7F_37TPa1msr/s16000/IMG_1962.jpg" /></a></b></div><b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycsd7ulDRe25Mv4Eqe3eivnMkCzM0a5sFrAuvcdqGlL2NYCeodfnaK6oOZ9tWmiIz_qMJdhmOel7_m3hDHhtDZszcHcf0wBMwgOo3ks-07W5o6Z9vyFTYt0gUFNCZqJSz9FOy0BQwgMhuoGnJ6U5fcv0Ah369xLSbpAunf9eY6KVgMsH2VVwZ3fjTUb3a/s853/IMG_3446.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycsd7ulDRe25Mv4Eqe3eivnMkCzM0a5sFrAuvcdqGlL2NYCeodfnaK6oOZ9tWmiIz_qMJdhmOel7_m3hDHhtDZszcHcf0wBMwgOo3ks-07W5o6Z9vyFTYt0gUFNCZqJSz9FOy0BQwgMhuoGnJ6U5fcv0Ah369xLSbpAunf9eY6KVgMsH2VVwZ3fjTUb3a/s16000/IMG_3446.jpg" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBE0mljKnGo_a8ajpju9tNRUS1mJy4tGw6ziLIiWZJjr_HSIPIKxsQIxoz6KRrGZPZ06UG1Kp1GrdrS7so3nx20yIBsbiUfARz79gGt1rJY52MpTCMwnQbtrCH72ZvC0iMfCvFz8t0ubjZjqmZfLukEfEQjdlcDlPzlqTF5bV8Gdz4VBDbmHIlhwuUBUa3/s853/IMG_3517.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBE0mljKnGo_a8ajpju9tNRUS1mJy4tGw6ziLIiWZJjr_HSIPIKxsQIxoz6KRrGZPZ06UG1Kp1GrdrS7so3nx20yIBsbiUfARz79gGt1rJY52MpTCMwnQbtrCH72ZvC0iMfCvFz8t0ubjZjqmZfLukEfEQjdlcDlPzlqTF5bV8Gdz4VBDbmHIlhwuUBUa3/s16000/IMG_3517.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Okay, I kid you not when I say I find Zest Agonda the most sophisticated restaurant ever! When I say sophisticated, I mean their decor, plates, even waiters! If you are nearby, just go there for breakfast once and see for yourself. The place is just perfect! Try their chia pudding, smoothie bowls, avocado toast, and herbed mushroom toast with coffee. </p><p><b><i>Romya Cafe</i></b></p><p><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTomacLGWRJzm3rkiku2Lh2PtU5qYhnjvVvcBD0X1yBE9agD33coVbOhhvSNPBFTvPV6OfSXQulvjOiyBEqyWOiFr5cFCs8Px0lLjJTKB0Dgii7S0OCsNNP9ULS-Z9TfJBo1jl9xoijwlTiWJ1QrjkOsEpuMjwGnMqUqfZo8HVyxpwFREd8QO6Ih5C6ZqG/s853/IMG_1683.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTomacLGWRJzm3rkiku2Lh2PtU5qYhnjvVvcBD0X1yBE9agD33coVbOhhvSNPBFTvPV6OfSXQulvjOiyBEqyWOiFr5cFCs8Px0lLjJTKB0Dgii7S0OCsNNP9ULS-Z9TfJBo1jl9xoijwlTiWJ1QrjkOsEpuMjwGnMqUqfZo8HVyxpwFREd8QO6Ih5C6ZqG/s16000/IMG_1683.jpg" /></a></b></div><b><br /><i><br /></i></b><p></p><p>Unpretentious and too good. For those who love momos, basic thalis and good old Kolkata-style noodles, this is the place to be. And don't miss their coffee! Here is a happy picture of me with their coffee!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnnabNGnovOFqVUh5jor37xeOIlR4ePYpqAjHNS8bdwwtcZgTTsSAROqy2t0PERV94KmOKc-sJkVPgubvCtLmHkl2wptkJLjYxNbgqZkg3nxNxsURN5Gost9wqdNrjPo3dEAhkkvH0oKIDjP445TilBdtCpuWZpJ39YDY2rcDR9vn6ZoY2wUSE4fi8adg/s852/IMG_3581.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="852" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnnabNGnovOFqVUh5jor37xeOIlR4ePYpqAjHNS8bdwwtcZgTTsSAROqy2t0PERV94KmOKc-sJkVPgubvCtLmHkl2wptkJLjYxNbgqZkg3nxNxsURN5Gost9wqdNrjPo3dEAhkkvH0oKIDjP445TilBdtCpuWZpJ39YDY2rcDR9vn6ZoY2wUSE4fi8adg/s16000/IMG_3581.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div><p><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">.........................................................................................................</span></span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span></p></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-4475486603551612072023-05-30T08:46:00.002-07:002023-08-12T06:17:06.502-07:00What are People Buying Lately<p>I have been thinking a lot about money lately. Where it comes from and where it goes. Where it stays just long enough before it makes a swift and sly exit. I recently asked a few people where they were spending their money, and here were the answers.</p><p><b>A long black satin skirt</b></p><p>Something like this <a href="https://www2.hm.com/en_in/search-results.html?q=black%20skirt&sort=stock&image-size=small&image=stillLife&offset=0&page-size=120" target="_blank">skirt from H&M</a>. My colleague wanted to buy something that she could wear from day to night on a vacation. I feel this is a timeless piece. </p><p><b>A foldable wooden table </b></p><p>This <a href="https://www.ikea.com/in/en/p/bjursta-wall-mounted-drop-leaf-table-brown-black-50217525/" target="_blank">IKEA wall mounted folding table </a>makes so much sense for a small apartment. When extended, you have a table to work at. When closed, you can keep cute stationaries and a mini plant and let your table corner do all the talking. Money well spent, my friend!</p><p><b>Comforters</b></p><p>Because they are so cozy. And these days they come in so many colours, it's almost difficult to choose. I want to give a comforter to everyone I love. </p><p>This was another random post. Nothing to do with the pictures here. But sometime soon, I would like to write about things I am spending money on. Till then, will save. </p><p>#Lifestyle post</p><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">...........................................................................................................................................................</span></span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihFBaFnyfoQZyUMLE5XO6_eDOHXGG1My6_roeCiLzy1VcnLWE2Gn_pT44Gf3GsWh4flcsIPj4ZNEYIp-7qcaeI0mE5WBOkYFutZeZkncZXQjtu8maC4hz08rnz2Zwr0CzTmhdojWRrU63xhuX13LoBQSmJdyOaiRtWH1v45VWsJg_JF7ECdRde1KBYilF/s960/Minimal%20fashion%201.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhihFBaFnyfoQZyUMLE5XO6_eDOHXGG1My6_roeCiLzy1VcnLWE2Gn_pT44Gf3GsWh4flcsIPj4ZNEYIp-7qcaeI0mE5WBOkYFutZeZkncZXQjtu8maC4hz08rnz2Zwr0CzTmhdojWRrU63xhuX13LoBQSmJdyOaiRtWH1v45VWsJg_JF7ECdRde1KBYilF/s16000/Minimal%20fashion%201.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyfsvpdEJsS6axM8KeoFlib9VDtpLKq8Vt7_wcyhkSSiYoz_ELOIcfT6gWpb_C5UsKQKWfpYjtkJT_gPIYIZ4OV_K5TLrE5VM-HiYKweENC-mCJMgVpWzp6UUpXdAqDC7gJhWW1HdQhicYOpMrawVom2KlE8W_p21TSGXyRTN-U0G7SJVS_kLC_gVHjpDE/s960/Minimal%20Fashion%202.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyfsvpdEJsS6axM8KeoFlib9VDtpLKq8Vt7_wcyhkSSiYoz_ELOIcfT6gWpb_C5UsKQKWfpYjtkJT_gPIYIZ4OV_K5TLrE5VM-HiYKweENC-mCJMgVpWzp6UUpXdAqDC7gJhWW1HdQhicYOpMrawVom2KlE8W_p21TSGXyRTN-U0G7SJVS_kLC_gVHjpDE/s16000/Minimal%20Fashion%202.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-72023007824345864692023-04-04T23:30:00.006-07:002023-05-11T05:15:57.756-07:00The Divisive Shorts<p>Are they supposed to be worn only while riding a bike? Are they underwear/bloomers? As divisive as they might be, biker shorts are not going anywhere, and for all the right reasons.</p><p>Whichever category your fashionable self may assign them to, you can't mistake a few distinct qualities these shorts do have. They are super comfortable, unless you are hell-bent on going for a size smaller. You walk, you ride a bike, you take a train, you pump iron at a gym, or even go for a swim, there is nothing you can't do in biker shorts.</p><p>Moving on to the shallower aspect of things, biker shorts look good and you don't have to scratch your head while trying to dress them up or down. With a black or white crop top and a white shirt. With an oversized t-shirt and sneakers. With matching blazers and a bralette. With a big shirt and a cute cap. Or with a t-shirt and denim jacket. Real fun shorts that go well with so many things in your existing wardrobe.</p><p>The only thing that clearly doesn't go well with biker shorts is the fear that it's not outdoorsy or dressy enough. </p><p>Please ignore the abrupt end of this blogpost. Not a good writing day.</p><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">...........................................................................................................................................................</span></span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw50dx1bRuyhiRfzK-CCaEgkY373K-UFA2-1RML2Sj24mHnRXC7f49cQPocfBPOQ79BuVTJnKPzgvWkz2mXqVrlW6gV-oEdyEgCnm7Lir2utiDKEOf42EsteCIYTgAZtvBiQlNQ3y8m1fVHqAn65VQNBeZ7qzfJUZNH8Q9kDEzfUsL_qUJfh4jmDW9IA/s960/edited1-0002.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw50dx1bRuyhiRfzK-CCaEgkY373K-UFA2-1RML2Sj24mHnRXC7f49cQPocfBPOQ79BuVTJnKPzgvWkz2mXqVrlW6gV-oEdyEgCnm7Lir2utiDKEOf42EsteCIYTgAZtvBiQlNQ3y8m1fVHqAn65VQNBeZ7qzfJUZNH8Q9kDEzfUsL_qUJfh4jmDW9IA/s16000/edited1-0002.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS4wziSO5Ye3Xwn-Ex_GpDEEkpSNyPT7rAX7Ts7x0gFdPmDfdNNa0w0Me847NaIWCMWUvUVmI79_42OKk3NdDVuD5XjfxvapM47QHOadQkfOSvucuFqiy76gaXvSHgQ2v3OvYeI6JIbOwJPZAL7aoLGWFq5mZQHtvRHHwvUsDuikld8AST78-Yk0tRRQ/s960/biker%20shorts%203%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS4wziSO5Ye3Xwn-Ex_GpDEEkpSNyPT7rAX7Ts7x0gFdPmDfdNNa0w0Me847NaIWCMWUvUVmI79_42OKk3NdDVuD5XjfxvapM47QHOadQkfOSvucuFqiy76gaXvSHgQ2v3OvYeI6JIbOwJPZAL7aoLGWFq5mZQHtvRHHwvUsDuikld8AST78-Yk0tRRQ/s16000/biker%20shorts%203%20(2).jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTkSco2Th4kE6VBHOF4rSa7eAN8_2mvXcDLu9yjuIlTNN2zQzavuF4wQoGcBsckxL7S_-fRYiMhQ7vS9FRH8eDICZ-IBUJL4JgktWbONzb_MoRy5IQFbZAlBoK1Z5s81oiQlgDPZJFQtnaUMAqDyU6TQLLmVyY-RwlEZdiLCt76MCGAmxe0GHsbmQblQ/s960/biker%20shorts%204.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTkSco2Th4kE6VBHOF4rSa7eAN8_2mvXcDLu9yjuIlTNN2zQzavuF4wQoGcBsckxL7S_-fRYiMhQ7vS9FRH8eDICZ-IBUJL4JgktWbONzb_MoRy5IQFbZAlBoK1Z5s81oiQlgDPZJFQtnaUMAqDyU6TQLLmVyY-RwlEZdiLCt76MCGAmxe0GHsbmQblQ/s16000/biker%20shorts%204.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-70431155680599149022023-03-11T07:10:00.010-08:002023-03-16T06:41:41.279-07:00Blogs of Defiance<p>Ramble alert. </p><p>My boss once told me that my blog was all about street style with an underlying theme of "I don't give a ***k." Confused at first, I scrolled through years of content and found (what I already knew) no shred of rebellion. It was only later when I realised he was speaking about what I write, the narrative that goes hand in hand with these as every day as possible clothes actually reeked of subtle defiance, subtle being the imperative word.</p><p>The particularly reflective nature of this blog post may have something to do with my state of mind lately. I had always imagined myself to be a lot calmer and more accepting with age. It didn't happen. In fact, I feel I can defy just a little more than I already do. Give just a little less ***ks.</p><p>For me, it was never just about fashion. It was also about the life that I live in these clothes, the money I painstakingly save to travel just a little, the walks I walk in these clothes to see a little more of the world. It is about the people I meet along the way, the coffee that I have, the books I read. </p><p>And as I do all this, all I can hope for is to say no more often, not for the heck of it, but because I should. I can hope to live just a little bit more like I want to, because you see, not much has been talked about people who say no, but just not enough, about those who are free, but decide to step into a cage every once in a while. The in between kinds. </p><p>So unlike my boss, i believe that i do give **cks, a lot less than others though. But there is definitely room for improvement. </p><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;"></span></span><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">............................................................................................................................................................</span></span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCR0uZ1_fVy15bml3z1y8urnUDi9TZUwQkJS_iDAWHGoGuD_ldibFYKVKnvcAqipkvKbZ_cgPkUvgsZtJ8CPsJeYRk1UXig8XZIeyGULsK60aRGW3JSB43WBgvpfSIxGGBlj09Z_MvKz2JVMhk1xQwu88ZJ8yeAZiNUc19otkqKGONF7fmQ-Bq0sc8g/s960/edited1-9348.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCR0uZ1_fVy15bml3z1y8urnUDi9TZUwQkJS_iDAWHGoGuD_ldibFYKVKnvcAqipkvKbZ_cgPkUvgsZtJ8CPsJeYRk1UXig8XZIeyGULsK60aRGW3JSB43WBgvpfSIxGGBlj09Z_MvKz2JVMhk1xQwu88ZJ8yeAZiNUc19otkqKGONF7fmQ-Bq0sc8g/s16000/edited1-9348.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcrIwCrLfgfwNjq_ZUveNNK7yc6AcR5iAFoXyrJMOpVbr7pxiYbZzrdS3SHp2s1IoDVyVFnbeQJwsUF3q1sGy_xD0_D4SqV9g279OLryW9ka-8GkteBLIUXgRCcT1RD5BoFW84NjIB1NK0wcYtfEJuixtzdDlNNibIyscJeTB0WCSF0bwxMcKfzREmww/s960/biker%20shorts%203%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcrIwCrLfgfwNjq_ZUveNNK7yc6AcR5iAFoXyrJMOpVbr7pxiYbZzrdS3SHp2s1IoDVyVFnbeQJwsUF3q1sGy_xD0_D4SqV9g279OLryW9ka-8GkteBLIUXgRCcT1RD5BoFW84NjIB1NK0wcYtfEJuixtzdDlNNibIyscJeTB0WCSF0bwxMcKfzREmww/s16000/biker%20shorts%203%20(1).jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUpK7ai9RA7txArcMkqnC37-OqmPtQP9qI8LOGjFJMDD7a6g-76suEkSRgH4TfC6JFbCuF4u9yyNnf-bn1I0yGZ3eL6nOgymYI3cZCVtPllCsT2jJ1jlMyLXUlwlUl2ZdMsbZojvFlMiJ6YJiEPTdZeGPJVuOWkD3Uopz5mGdwZ7cKqeUoViu4VeCOPg/s960/androgynous%20fashion1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUpK7ai9RA7txArcMkqnC37-OqmPtQP9qI8LOGjFJMDD7a6g-76suEkSRgH4TfC6JFbCuF4u9yyNnf-bn1I0yGZ3eL6nOgymYI3cZCVtPllCsT2jJ1jlMyLXUlwlUl2ZdMsbZojvFlMiJ6YJiEPTdZeGPJVuOWkD3Uopz5mGdwZ7cKqeUoViu4VeCOPg/s16000/androgynous%20fashion1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-87848669692491356072023-02-20T01:33:00.002-08:002023-02-20T01:33:48.645-08:00Finding a Middle Ground<p>During the last few years, I had almost decided to gravitate towards minimalism when it came to fashion. It felt natural, and a lot less work while putting an outfit together. But every once in a while, I see a pop of colour somewhere and I want that too. This is followed by a mental sprint of finding things from my existing wardrobe that would not just go with it, but tone the brightness down just enough to let me believe I have some uniformity of style.</p><p>This particular outfit is the result of one such mental sprint. The red is everything my singing heart wanted that day, the whites and blacks were the beautiful sidekicks that let the red speak at a semi-minimal rate of speech. </p><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;"></span></span><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">............................................................................................................................................................</span></span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jennysbicycle/?ref=hl" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Facebook</a> and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span><div><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdOzAn-sh57El0hC3DCNlDAJ_jCNV68w9o14Y6Ttwww2aXnkvQD0SuT_30vDm1xJ8d_AgBDngz4bkKoXq_ldTSipj_jo2dnYOASZzoLxIejKBCmLvSPp7QYQUeskmpRt7WHaJ0z5tomcEvn4UJvIAjsGlJMJJcac36LN0x326M9qLGOUOA6lSAOoxpg/s960/edited1-9967.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsdOzAn-sh57El0hC3DCNlDAJ_jCNV68w9o14Y6Ttwww2aXnkvQD0SuT_30vDm1xJ8d_AgBDngz4bkKoXq_ldTSipj_jo2dnYOASZzoLxIejKBCmLvSPp7QYQUeskmpRt7WHaJ0z5tomcEvn4UJvIAjsGlJMJJcac36LN0x326M9qLGOUOA6lSAOoxpg/s16000/edited1-9967.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXIV_I-9mMqc4bIqlnl83ARdnYDcMYlZ1iVQjrVdCeEjNNZdy3PHqn-lPxCy0zrKoKvDIg95Lekgk2jcwES4UKr4tPOf_B1OE7n34PtCe-yvX7jSH2R5I956y2ZWgp8LPE2xksFEz-BC10oAeSbh6iZ_oNsXBYauulJpWxFHjIe8Fw9tcUYhUwjtRhDg/s960/edited1-9959.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXIV_I-9mMqc4bIqlnl83ARdnYDcMYlZ1iVQjrVdCeEjNNZdy3PHqn-lPxCy0zrKoKvDIg95Lekgk2jcwES4UKr4tPOf_B1OE7n34PtCe-yvX7jSH2R5I956y2ZWgp8LPE2xksFEz-BC10oAeSbh6iZ_oNsXBYauulJpWxFHjIe8Fw9tcUYhUwjtRhDg/s16000/edited1-9959.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-hMFU-QlGy9GBlD1T_rWsw0bPah7nZy_X2VEg4SxTYDcD2pgPB-yaRc0GjHJG0NH5PY6lhX8hrOuJg1oEGC0j_SuZQVNb-32KIGQkcNnX2hDfsfespz-urbEBMfS6-r-W7ztiCfxPQep_1TIjTU2P3y8q2Fx0uVJeVVI-72ic2L2pqgOQY3zeuQrQA/s960/edited1-9970.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-hMFU-QlGy9GBlD1T_rWsw0bPah7nZy_X2VEg4SxTYDcD2pgPB-yaRc0GjHJG0NH5PY6lhX8hrOuJg1oEGC0j_SuZQVNb-32KIGQkcNnX2hDfsfespz-urbEBMfS6-r-W7ztiCfxPQep_1TIjTU2P3y8q2Fx0uVJeVVI-72ic2L2pqgOQY3zeuQrQA/s16000/edited1-9970.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVaZcMzjtgjVe9lfJAKTjsyB82lwBjiN0HpW86ev8vOf4k6Fgct22ishzhowzQN6O5JCXdLKSjwaRkHn6ONK2odzcgO7L2pd-r5bXR9IFL-OTaSAy6o3PtX79FUyb9QBUby63iP7Sdvo11Fmb--eRS7y9-SJV7mc77u_1rictEJpBBCRpY61x1LX6yw/s960/edited1-9978.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVaZcMzjtgjVe9lfJAKTjsyB82lwBjiN0HpW86ev8vOf4k6Fgct22ishzhowzQN6O5JCXdLKSjwaRkHn6ONK2odzcgO7L2pd-r5bXR9IFL-OTaSAy6o3PtX79FUyb9QBUby63iP7Sdvo11Fmb--eRS7y9-SJV7mc77u_1rictEJpBBCRpY61x1LX6yw/s16000/edited1-9978.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-60174925830318495952023-01-30T01:26:00.001-08:002023-03-20T03:57:52.428-07:00Things i wish i had growing up<p>I was drawn to fashion from a very young age, though I realized it much later. One of the side-effects of living in a small town in India is that you almost always have that one cousin who comes from a big city during summer vacations, displaying a collection of clothes you want to own immediately. And when you are a child, getting your mind off of even the smallest things is far from easy. Today, I am going to talk about three such things I so wish I had growing up. </p><p>1. A short floral dress</p><p>They were bright, fun, happy and super cute. What made them even better was that most of them were fit and flare meaning you could swing your legs wearing them. But what raised them to that "I have to have them status" was the mere fact that they were sported by almost every Bollywood actress back then. Remember Preity Zinta in Kya Kehna or Karishma Kapoor in "Dulhan Hum Le Jayenge"? Who wouldn't want to look like that? </p><p>2. A pair of fancy sneakers</p><p>Back in those days, we,the small town dwellers had no access to an adidas or a nike. They were aspirational in the best sense of the word. If I had somehow gotten my hands on one of those, I would have kept them somewhere safe, and took them out only when I rode a bicycle, no roads were gonna soil them under my watch. </p><p>3. Ray Ban aviators</p><p>I don't remember when I saw them first. Could be a movie or a guy or even a fighter pilot. All I remember is that I grew up wanting them. In my head, they were the very definition of cool. </p><p>This blog post features two things from this list. </p><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;"></span></span><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">............................................................................................................................................................</span></span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jennysbicycle/?ref=hl" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Facebook</a> and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp7fNFk0ZiC4JW49opf8uRLdx86XtLq1GHUUd48gxO8JJJlCtyWBDBAJ25uRr9I3yQaMF4_7Pm75mT3aoPtnurqUChn6UtJ-4qBVhiZyNx6b73qg7NtGd6j5bFLaVY4-UIq6i43JgfzOZLpzYi7FDeerlR0zJIwPNJ48IDWJiGLNZ_Lu_r2dSXpT4e1Q/s960/edited1-9463.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp7fNFk0ZiC4JW49opf8uRLdx86XtLq1GHUUd48gxO8JJJlCtyWBDBAJ25uRr9I3yQaMF4_7Pm75mT3aoPtnurqUChn6UtJ-4qBVhiZyNx6b73qg7NtGd6j5bFLaVY4-UIq6i43JgfzOZLpzYi7FDeerlR0zJIwPNJ48IDWJiGLNZ_Lu_r2dSXpT4e1Q/s16000/edited1-9463.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBB7XOXVa3lnowq3fCShWFm_Cm3helgHolcbNqhEjM-wmE1st6cvhTMzZVdPBiczgbxAYxYxsRztEP8JmY7GxAggvBx-YqwZ1oH34Bk1o6rs3I9IDy6tbKQPp7JdtnRmjy2QOtis5oioHGmIbwg40H1L2SGsb3E9B25FDA2bIEqEFekjIALcUkNONzyg/s960/edited1-9478.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBB7XOXVa3lnowq3fCShWFm_Cm3helgHolcbNqhEjM-wmE1st6cvhTMzZVdPBiczgbxAYxYxsRztEP8JmY7GxAggvBx-YqwZ1oH34Bk1o6rs3I9IDy6tbKQPp7JdtnRmjy2QOtis5oioHGmIbwg40H1L2SGsb3E9B25FDA2bIEqEFekjIALcUkNONzyg/s16000/edited1-9478.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGijL6o2NsfQEZIbFHolt2fu_PT0uGzRulD3PIT9lmvbBb90EEwi4-bfcgcqTbcZ4ix7pmj9pShkhqjWXSy_PZFpJuhFKgXyC806AYa0zacLMcRIPM_HXnUp-FwQaxdrSpKf2xK7kCoNpNV8n9Xw8SimCiT-j5er3d9CDKva4BqLuNepW_YIx-TdvnIA/s960/edited1-9488.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGijL6o2NsfQEZIbFHolt2fu_PT0uGzRulD3PIT9lmvbBb90EEwi4-bfcgcqTbcZ4ix7pmj9pShkhqjWXSy_PZFpJuhFKgXyC806AYa0zacLMcRIPM_HXnUp-FwQaxdrSpKf2xK7kCoNpNV8n9Xw8SimCiT-j5er3d9CDKva4BqLuNepW_YIx-TdvnIA/s16000/edited1-9488.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-37870407176805833592022-12-14T23:02:00.002-08:002023-05-11T05:19:28.879-07:00Writing in the times of scrolling<p>Do people read anymore? The number of books still being turned into movies, the bookstagrammers' cozy feeds, and the long-ass articles in major publications and magazines hint towards an affirmative answer. But when I look around, I see no one with a book. No one is looking for discounts on a book online, much less wandering around the streets of Old Delhi, trying to find a bookstore they read about somewhere. Most of the people I know haven't bought a book in ages. </p><p>So why do I still write on this blog? Isn't a post on Instagram, or worse still, a reel gingered up with a trending song enough? What is the need to let my mind run at an athlete's speed to come up with a semi-decent fashion & lifestyle topic, thought-worthy enough to be followed by three paragraphs? </p><p>I guess I do it because it comes naturally to me. A duck to water. Sarcasm to Chandler Bing. FRIENDS reference to millennials. Millennials to iced coffee. I also do it because I secretly hope to find less than ten people who care to read a random blog post. But mostly, I do it because every once in a while, it feels good to write something that looks a little different from whatever I write for my day job. For a semblance of preserved self maybe. </p><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;"></span></span><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">............................................................................................................................................................</span></span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jennysbicycle/?ref=hl" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Facebook</a> and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span><div><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; 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She smelled like clay and flowers, with the former almost always overpowering the latter. Though Summer seemed too busy for a 10-year-old, she was beside me whenever I needed her, rain or shine. After trying to find her for months, I finally saw her in my dream last night. She was wearing a white sundress with embroidered hem. She was looking in my direction, but her eyes passed through me as if I didn’t exist. In my dream, the roles were reversed; for once, she was real, and I the invisible friend.</div><div>Summer saw something and started walking towards it. She was only walking, but I could not catch up with her. We both saw an old, grey house with purple and black flowers in the garden outside. A white cat came out of nowhere and before I knew it, Summer was chasing the cat, running from the rows of the hedges to the stairs to the porch and then into the house. The main door of the house closed on its own. Sitting on the porch, I waited for her to come out. I now wonder why I didn’t knock even once or assumed the door was locked in the first place. I guess people react differently in their dreams.</div><div><br /></div><div>‘Mam, you are next.’ My eyes move from the window and rest on to the nurse at the reception. It looks like she had been trying to get my attention for a while, but she is far from irritated. A medium-built woman with black hair, a mole on her left forehead, and a pair of kind eyes. I guess staff at psychiatric hospitals are used to delayed responses from patients because she is almost happy to open the door to the doctor’s room for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>‘How do you feel?’ In the last two years of my treatment, Dr. Seth had never asked me this question. If he did, I have no recollection of it. ‘I am okay, I guess. Haven’t seen her in a while.’</div><div><br /></div><div>‘So, no episodes in the last six months?’</div><div><br /></div><div>‘None.’</div><div><br /></div><div>‘Let’s see what we have here,’ Dr. Seth looks at the form that I filled an hour ago. ‘Eating well, medication on time, evening walks, sleeping on time; all check. That’s remarkable June,’ he says. I feign a smile. That four-page, duly filled-in form is a testament to the fact that I am doing fine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Walking back from the hospital, I stop at the flower shop and buy five stems of Calla Lilies for my mother. It would cheer her up, I know. I walk six blocks and then take a right. For a while, I just follow people who are back from their office lunch break. And then I sense I missed something at the corner. Hearing my rapid heartbeat in my ears, I walk back, my boots clicking hard. I feel it has happened before, the sense of missing something, the palpitations, the blur. I bump on a pole. Feeling dizzy, I find a bench to sit down on. One of my knees has taken the brunt of my stupid chase. It is a minor bruise. But my eyes well up and I know why. It all comes to me. The bruise reminds me of playing for hours with Summer.</div><div><br /></div><div>Summer and I first met over a Christmas dinner. I was 12. All my uncles and aunts were present along with my noisy cousins. She sat right across the table, smiling at me. When I didn’t react, she started making funny faces. Somehow, my mother and Summer were always at odds with each other. My mother wanted my food finished in ten minutes. ‘Don’t eat if you don’t want to,’ Summer said. My mother asked me to make friends, Summer kept me busy. To be fair, it wasn’t entirely Summer’s fault. My classmates were people I rarely understood, with interests that seldom fascinated me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mindy however, stood out from the rest. She wore baggy clothes, always had a pile of books in her bag, mostly kept to herself, and yet had a friendly demeanor. We didn’t talk every day, but when we did, we discussed books, movies, dissected characters for each other, and found funny songs as background music for certain scenes. The beginnings, the choice of names, the ideologies, the high points, the ending, everything was discussed. ‘If Holden Caulfield was a girl, he wouldn’t have been that clueless,’ Mindy once said. Before one of the winter breaks, I gave Mindy an old, yellowing ‘The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn’, one of the dozen books my father had bought for me. In a way, we were tight, Mindy and I.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I couldn’t believe it was Mindy who told my mother about Summer. That double-faced bitch, I thought. What followed was the worst. My mother never left me alone. I was taken to one doctor after another, chaperoned to almost everywhere. My mother started leaving me more often at her brother Jim’s place. Summer asked me not to go. ‘Why don’t you just run away like Holden?’ With my mother’s watchful eyes hovering, I could not reply.</div><div><br /></div><div>Summer held my hand throughout the car journey to Uncle Jim’s place. ‘I don’t want to go,’ I protested faintly.</div><div><br /></div><div>‘Why?’</div><div><br /></div><div>I didn’t say a word. It is funny how most children give up on their parents so soon, how fear and shame dictate us in ways we don’t realise for the longest time.</div><div><br /></div><div>Upon reaching his place, my mother and Uncle Jim exchanged pleasantries, and she told him he was the best. ‘You know I wouldn’t have to work so hard if June’s father was alive,’ she said every time she left me there.</div><div><br /></div><div>I pick my Calla Lilies, fix the crease on my coat, pull up my glasses, and begin walking again. I am 22 now. In the last six months, I have lost weight, my 10X10 vision, and Summer. What I couldn’t admit to Dr. Seth in that clinic was that Summer was more than a friend to me. True, she was the beginning of a journey away from normalcy, I lost a couple of good school years. But she made me face the worst and yet not lose the stories in my head or the songs in my heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>After I meet my mother today, I have a dinner planned with Mindy who is helping me find a place for myself near my university. I see another corner, this time I have to take a left. I have this sinking feeling that if I take a left, I will lose Summer forever. The memories of running around, carefree will be gone. No one will hold my hand when the going gets tough. I will be alone for real.</div><div><br /></div><div>It gets windy. I get a whiff of warm lasagna from a nearby Italian place that I cannot see yet. Mindy and I are supposed to have Italian food for dinner today. My stomach growls. Not sure if it is the hunger, or the pain from the minor bruise, or the prospect of bringing a smile to my mother’s face, I clutch my bag, take a deep breath, look at my watch, and turn left.</div></span><p><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/jennysbicycle/?ref=hl" style="background-color: white; color: #c14552; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Facebook</a><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"> and </span><a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="background-color: white; color: #c14552; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Instagram</a><span face="Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"> if you like reading the blog.</span></p>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-73677597181864012682022-10-12T07:31:00.001-07:002022-10-12T07:31:00.150-07:00That Black Shirt<p><span style="color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Growing up, I had my eyes on a black shirt with big prints that my cousin owned. She looked like a fashionable Italian model who had everything sorted in her life. But under no circumstance would she part with that shirt of hers. So all I could do was imagine myself in that shirt, happy as a bird.</span></p><p><span style="color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Last month, I saw this shirt (in pictures here) and I could not believe how it all came back to me. The memories. Even after all these years, my want for a similar shirt had not waned, not even a bit. Somehow, I can't seem to write more at the moment. Thank you for still visiting this blog.</span></p><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"> Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jennysbicycle/?ref=hl" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Facebook</a> and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjO6UadZ3mZgBfEuMG7zTWBVsP-YEu99lnfF-s9dr5Z3EQetZBs-HMVoaCYuIyN8SY1ei2y8so2k005kdG8PQ662JxRZvSvqorBJc-njowG4EE2RKQfHmlkB4vbCHHhRHCVm87YNXE0Rf435nCF58WJawFg4wMH25epDZJ5PA570WPonc4-4nLepcEf2Q=s960" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjO6UadZ3mZgBfEuMG7zTWBVsP-YEu99lnfF-s9dr5Z3EQetZBs-HMVoaCYuIyN8SY1ei2y8so2k005kdG8PQ662JxRZvSvqorBJc-njowG4EE2RKQfHmlkB4vbCHHhRHCVm87YNXE0Rf435nCF58WJawFg4wMH25epDZJ5PA570WPonc4-4nLepcEf2Q=s16000" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8pnwQF8meT0UDNwKCmlGstBY96h9o9q4d7UMZY3QXIoGLOmXMain1kRtRgKz077EejW-Bc_Io85gOEJoWONrOv-WMgNvqF5SpHBKlIJ9uRSkq0WTtz0ykhZ2JOw54QYZhX0dY7urhu_whvwSHhDG8XOExnz6EwBe4C6fWoqnfoUrBUeylJYo0cRsE5w=s963" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="963" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8pnwQF8meT0UDNwKCmlGstBY96h9o9q4d7UMZY3QXIoGLOmXMain1kRtRgKz077EejW-Bc_Io85gOEJoWONrOv-WMgNvqF5SpHBKlIJ9uRSkq0WTtz0ykhZ2JOw54QYZhX0dY7urhu_whvwSHhDG8XOExnz6EwBe4C6fWoqnfoUrBUeylJYo0cRsE5w=s16000" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuy221xoD0TPkJeIITTnZApDdNiFwAj-5d9yvmAAbGvvus2RMv8DwcqFdZNj6HEERNoTbmJNN14PdBMyqwc6Qfs5pny6POj007yOB9qsNQT1iBfI7PODklFyrLzNREFIMByt_uy_IErpIRCSDAg33O7LAOlhT1nWReatHMqOyNRDvpJuYsar3t3geoNQ=s960" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjuy221xoD0TPkJeIITTnZApDdNiFwAj-5d9yvmAAbGvvus2RMv8DwcqFdZNj6HEERNoTbmJNN14PdBMyqwc6Qfs5pny6POj007yOB9qsNQT1iBfI7PODklFyrLzNREFIMByt_uy_IErpIRCSDAg33O7LAOlhT1nWReatHMqOyNRDvpJuYsar3t3geoNQ=s16000" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-67795247545885679872022-09-09T05:37:00.008-07:002022-09-09T05:41:30.534-07:00What is it like to not shop for three years<p><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">I would start this blog post by first telling you what it didn't feel like. Not shopping for clothes didn't feel like a dread. At all. When you think of wearing the same clothes year after year, you imagine having to come to terms with looking the same, day after day. Of being judged by people for being cheap. Both might be true to an extent. But if you have more than ten different things in your wardrobe, you can create thirty outfits out of them. And unless you are paranoid about what people will say, you will, sooner or later, figure out ways to live with your new reality.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">And what does it feel like? It feels the opposite of guilty for one. I knew I was doing something wrong by buying things and not wearing them, save for some rare occasions. From looking at a piece with impulsive eyes to thinking of a future get-together with imaginary friends, letting it marinate with other clothes, and then buying something new while the old one was quietly begging for attention, I felt like the creator of a vicious cycle. Wearing whatever I had, no matter how less crazy I was about it in the present day, broke that cycle while not breaking my bank balance.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">The resolve to not shop for any clothes for a specific time period also introduced me to the realisation of what my real sense of fashion was. It gave me a pattern of things I wore to death and those I ignored like texts offering weight loss programs and personal loans. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">And lastly, it also feels exciting; the prospect of having a new wardrobe altogether in the future. To try being someone new. A mix of Olsen sisters and Natasha Goldenberg maybe (a girl can dream.). For whatever it’s worth, it is akin to getting out of the rate race to having everything the fashion season throws at us; a pause of sorts. </span></span></p><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;"></span></span><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">............................................................................................................................................................</span></span><br /><br style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;" /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jennysbicycle/?ref=hl" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Facebook</a> and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT3mnfRPuUBGR1q9IajnCc5NXicKla4MSN357KbwTKH1hJxkL9juzzDXLGXYTmzjk3qj3RSSo7EC66V8fpgg-2uZrxUL0cOuYekjqOFXYi3RBXSEoz0LiRQBXIoflvcRxew0vnhdSMhcWqTtebB2ghE152LovyiO2bkMTecd68jNuuuQU7wrS9iTRycg/s960/beach%20fashion%20india%202%20(2).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT3mnfRPuUBGR1q9IajnCc5NXicKla4MSN357KbwTKH1hJxkL9juzzDXLGXYTmzjk3qj3RSSo7EC66V8fpgg-2uZrxUL0cOuYekjqOFXYi3RBXSEoz0LiRQBXIoflvcRxew0vnhdSMhcWqTtebB2ghE152LovyiO2bkMTecd68jNuuuQU7wrS9iTRycg/s16000/beach%20fashion%20india%202%20(2).jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA-jn8hrR_R_d9CB_gSqzqMpyo6MV1HF9pvTmDPl5r1AM68PDxQ1448beZ-gx6L_cUgXSh8zATIbeOh5bHmdBBAPANeTMqaLZ7Zokct2nrtUWUENDNHTXnA0H_I74YXg00jlxjzmBGeW2E7HXb0lipsp76Q3Ty4913ynpmrMMAJiekoMoxDoa5h8s9jQ/s960/beach%20fashion%20india%202%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA-jn8hrR_R_d9CB_gSqzqMpyo6MV1HF9pvTmDPl5r1AM68PDxQ1448beZ-gx6L_cUgXSh8zATIbeOh5bHmdBBAPANeTMqaLZ7Zokct2nrtUWUENDNHTXnA0H_I74YXg00jlxjzmBGeW2E7HXb0lipsp76Q3Ty4913ynpmrMMAJiekoMoxDoa5h8s9jQ/s16000/beach%20fashion%20india%202%20(1).jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwzYZ3mWKqi8sWmTxE_mmUYup-jNjG08PdwNfpChS2AhzF703V-e0bLPyM_5HKw0bC-eAYuznAG4QrXqn-_-Ji6G661U7IHGQpwVjdBLAgNrefPi5dWjvE_YC9j_A9jf_FOcR2WdZ1bQnJRkDozYeqP3nJNomUnWNw9JM-1mSSAB8zjhsqj0AajIjtw/s960/beach%20fashion%20India%203.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwzYZ3mWKqi8sWmTxE_mmUYup-jNjG08PdwNfpChS2AhzF703V-e0bLPyM_5HKw0bC-eAYuznAG4QrXqn-_-Ji6G661U7IHGQpwVjdBLAgNrefPi5dWjvE_YC9j_A9jf_FOcR2WdZ1bQnJRkDozYeqP3nJNomUnWNw9JM-1mSSAB8zjhsqj0AajIjtw/s16000/beach%20fashion%20India%203.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-56165527400213620752022-08-30T02:45:00.000-07:002022-09-23T09:29:21.309-07:00Whimsical, With A Touch of You<p>I learnt early that whimsical fashion is not for everyone. The cheerful colours, the mismatched sets, the big and small prints, the overdose of accessories, and everything eye-catchy can all be a little over the top if you lean towards a minimal style.</p><p>So what do you do when you see a movie character, wild and free, untamed, romantic like anything, and you feel like a wardrobe switch, just for a day? I suggest you keep one thing basic, it can be either the top or skirt/shorts. Then, you need a big accessory to add some more whim to your printed half. And last, but not least, wear your hair big and unapologetic, unless you have short hair like mine. I hope this helps.</p><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jennysbicycle/?ref=hl" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Facebook</a> and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgozVjupdQ1XdYVqAslbRBBApHWb0S43pbNWkb9emtbz92ytUOWsdisTxrsxafcsu_l0gcPIcEhP4Crk59vgiC8Wg9gWdNznvvAmuD_Q1Z7f_Eo4YKnv3VdTOfD5ZBCeYeDHMBDMfabKMZ2H4P_XKDDEkJXhXEhrdrFEzq9GGViGwL_lfWzxUMyD1jnNQ/s927/white%20tee%203.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="927" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgozVjupdQ1XdYVqAslbRBBApHWb0S43pbNWkb9emtbz92ytUOWsdisTxrsxafcsu_l0gcPIcEhP4Crk59vgiC8Wg9gWdNznvvAmuD_Q1Z7f_Eo4YKnv3VdTOfD5ZBCeYeDHMBDMfabKMZ2H4P_XKDDEkJXhXEhrdrFEzq9GGViGwL_lfWzxUMyD1jnNQ/s16000/white%20tee%203.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj4yQCHuTjuwOdmwAae6FZ7AUxEuBUeNG-_9v9WpZbZEaVJYWDzzITaKlioL8CLnCG_Mn3sJCYv97wsV91OQMFSxYd6v2eCYKnmoTxzizhAeb4lfA-3Pv9CEvxHO-n9J-8WAFMou3ZPSHXctfj02PgqBIKbYyUu8OOXpM2CSIs3j1A6bPf_rtXlNEIiA/s960/white%20tee%202.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj4yQCHuTjuwOdmwAae6FZ7AUxEuBUeNG-_9v9WpZbZEaVJYWDzzITaKlioL8CLnCG_Mn3sJCYv97wsV91OQMFSxYd6v2eCYKnmoTxzizhAeb4lfA-3Pv9CEvxHO-n9J-8WAFMou3ZPSHXctfj02PgqBIKbYyUu8OOXpM2CSIs3j1A6bPf_rtXlNEIiA/s16000/white%20tee%202.jpg" /></a></div><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYYnpUJs8o8IFoxe7aegTv0i9wYQPxbj_71EDNBQ75R4lGs4ddb_ba3_46GqAXJytTO_2ilRVFYE0Gg0wu2OjKwi3S2LBXRpBi7KF9h19QpVPY9FZqdqN-K9WhEYNCnR34OhhSGrI4Ut6pWGFy1HieYJTQfpA_97SwppQaL2xFAVqpXzB60TQnn3heSg/s960/White%20tee_edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYYnpUJs8o8IFoxe7aegTv0i9wYQPxbj_71EDNBQ75R4lGs4ddb_ba3_46GqAXJytTO_2ilRVFYE0Gg0wu2OjKwi3S2LBXRpBi7KF9h19QpVPY9FZqdqN-K9WhEYNCnR34OhhSGrI4Ut6pWGFy1HieYJTQfpA_97SwppQaL2xFAVqpXzB60TQnn3heSg/s16000/White%20tee_edited.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-54872037404920817912022-07-30T01:33:00.000-07:002022-09-23T09:29:55.016-07:00The Art of Fast Dressing<p>What do you do on days when your heart says you need to shop but your mind shushes you with logic and reasoning? What do you do on days you feel you have worn everything you have in your wardrobe and have absolutely no energy to mix and match and create something that looks like a new outfit? </p><p>Well, I might have something for you. Yeah, today, I have decided to be a fashion tip giver, and help you put together an outfit in a jiffy. </p><p>Open your wardrobe, and pick any top and bottoms in the same colour. The colour doesn't matter. It could be white, it could be black, grey or purple, yellow, Fuschia for all you care. Now pick any one accessory - maybe a pair of earrings or a pretty neckpiece. That's it! You can stop right there if you wish. Though if you are feeling fancy, pick up those old sunnies or a bucket hat if it goes with your outfit.</p><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jennysbicycle/?ref=hl" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Facebook</a> and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIQ9zNlV3hPDIyquqzxwX3TBzZE85nKdmg08sS-3ZXwsxHytvKkK3nqdXfLaCr-oCO3Byq46DVAakB3k6qi0Wks33PQaj8Y3Hc3pOfItTAD3OwLQ7gV5yWeWjGg-ZnsNGchoghDc_2gP7vnvGaiESybFYhJws_3H5CozCCOyAmW3_LzeH4Sx0H-Ldosw/s960/white%20shorts1_22.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIQ9zNlV3hPDIyquqzxwX3TBzZE85nKdmg08sS-3ZXwsxHytvKkK3nqdXfLaCr-oCO3Byq46DVAakB3k6qi0Wks33PQaj8Y3Hc3pOfItTAD3OwLQ7gV5yWeWjGg-ZnsNGchoghDc_2gP7vnvGaiESybFYhJws_3H5CozCCOyAmW3_LzeH4Sx0H-Ldosw/s16000/white%20shorts1_22.jpg" /></a></div><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcm43wg-pRRJLuxL9njdbVv_MbYbVrA3aqrNGms8_fPVIJXxeIc_86Gft2qjsrtca6oaoagYkdBmkAR8qTCZdKkzdj__latt_X6XFd_j0t-VrdqksiDB9c7dNcYOg9pBfDIrfRmB1WEk3Q8VRrJdzwVeAmG1ZgQMDjrPFZiHwuKe0K7BDgKSNN7gqt4A/s960/white%20short2_22.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcm43wg-pRRJLuxL9njdbVv_MbYbVrA3aqrNGms8_fPVIJXxeIc_86Gft2qjsrtca6oaoagYkdBmkAR8qTCZdKkzdj__latt_X6XFd_j0t-VrdqksiDB9c7dNcYOg9pBfDIrfRmB1WEk3Q8VRrJdzwVeAmG1ZgQMDjrPFZiHwuKe0K7BDgKSNN7gqt4A/s16000/white%20short2_22.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLb3k8ClP3tXdQ8B_hKk3nZnHWC_KWHN86zYO4kcA63R8ZD043dY8Ub0ib59TleXVCSuCmq1DawCIYpFadR-9IowREXDPGW23siCHN4tNVa0dveWlqvOrH_4VXejzPuYCbRiC7o_aJKWpQHwjoNVl6ETBYNN6Bccx16S5O09IOj0iN3I2hbAd5Fas_iA/s960/white%20short%204_22.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLb3k8ClP3tXdQ8B_hKk3nZnHWC_KWHN86zYO4kcA63R8ZD043dY8Ub0ib59TleXVCSuCmq1DawCIYpFadR-9IowREXDPGW23siCHN4tNVa0dveWlqvOrH_4VXejzPuYCbRiC7o_aJKWpQHwjoNVl6ETBYNN6Bccx16S5O09IOj0iN3I2hbAd5Fas_iA/s16000/white%20short%204_22.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAq1J9-QDr_o2yecY7DQ0nOdg8ah8mKrliHBgD3fADczH3s7KLY5lUdNx298ZnUUhzKoqBH-2EL6-Iw7TddxvdMH2w6cvcgvGDfUoDp-EBLI-Qg_bMTOQiMvecKFvFlaLpbECfh3VdwCMv1gk0qqaMFMJwcSQmFSfBi74TSDWmzciaYC-RHi3vlxFzwg/s960/white%20shorts%203_22.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAq1J9-QDr_o2yecY7DQ0nOdg8ah8mKrliHBgD3fADczH3s7KLY5lUdNx298ZnUUhzKoqBH-2EL6-Iw7TddxvdMH2w6cvcgvGDfUoDp-EBLI-Qg_bMTOQiMvecKFvFlaLpbECfh3VdwCMv1gk0qqaMFMJwcSQmFSfBi74TSDWmzciaYC-RHi3vlxFzwg/s16000/white%20shorts%203_22.jpg" /></a></div><br />Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-9125325302123957182022-06-30T04:57:00.000-07:002022-09-23T09:30:24.167-07:00The sunglasses I know I need<p>I suck at buying sunglasses. Cool aviators, evergreen wayfarers, playful cat-eyes, trendy-and-oversized, they all look the same to me. Till I see them on someone else. Everyone I know owns at least a pair of sunglasses I won't mind stealing. How do they do it? How do their eyes scan at least three huge selves of seemingly different eyewear and pause at one or two?</p><p>My pursuit for that one iconic pair of sunglasses that don't make me look like I need to shop continues. Something that gets my quirk off the ground just a little, something that makes me look cooler than I am. And I have realised I can get them dream sunnies only if I beg one of my friends with good eyes to help me. There seems to be no other way. Till then, I will be wearing these basics everywhere - for grocery runs to airports and coffee dates with non-existent suitors.</p><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jennysbicycle/?ref=hl" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Facebook</a> and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAON9IpWJvZl5cr1ZT6tbJyIeSpf_ptiXLgehGWjxy1z-j_4OejSJ8nyZms0Z9wkZHA-PyI0Eek9BGi5DMremUPvrv76yG3dNsEdFYWIfQlhwS1UxPJbeY3SZdslPYn9N_QgEY18e25KrxRbmaR7uPPFbgX1BO9AIDFYyg5OfVb5KKV3ynkdUTX6Mkjw/s960/denim%20shorts%202022_two.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAON9IpWJvZl5cr1ZT6tbJyIeSpf_ptiXLgehGWjxy1z-j_4OejSJ8nyZms0Z9wkZHA-PyI0Eek9BGi5DMremUPvrv76yG3dNsEdFYWIfQlhwS1UxPJbeY3SZdslPYn9N_QgEY18e25KrxRbmaR7uPPFbgX1BO9AIDFYyg5OfVb5KKV3ynkdUTX6Mkjw/s16000/denim%20shorts%202022_two.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjfP41hVk9tv0M3PelkKuIn1YD3o9Nv7EbMOkCpiCwdwh9ccxGPqPSkiXxQygR7Ki0AOGwsRRcphiSPl69w6gPi90QR6FL7EXgsTPqEfydg4H7AeHuxOKMEHOuzD9c3HyfRcV1HHSxn2O0AGh4agWDr5Q7pAL-4cesb_uz2Ao_0Fstx_sXxJhqmXikA/s960/denim%20shorts%202022%20one.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjfP41hVk9tv0M3PelkKuIn1YD3o9Nv7EbMOkCpiCwdwh9ccxGPqPSkiXxQygR7Ki0AOGwsRRcphiSPl69w6gPi90QR6FL7EXgsTPqEfydg4H7AeHuxOKMEHOuzD9c3HyfRcV1HHSxn2O0AGh4agWDr5Q7pAL-4cesb_uz2Ao_0Fstx_sXxJhqmXikA/s16000/denim%20shorts%202022%20one.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1F-v6BtR7CSEKsfw8xnta-jyRjEavD4LFzhuDdfLxu9rnvu6VykAU1jEn0rYHM06uuEtKwQhRMlBSUeXmcjqR6WXi9drHWWqBUzT3CkKM8ijFqzUJ-_deyZ14GdazDJ1h6OaMF-XH7zolAgk7E2OfbuzKQobtNZN5mm5fHMgVkWLEdeblLWSQ4iFRQ/s960/denim%20shorts%202022_three.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1F-v6BtR7CSEKsfw8xnta-jyRjEavD4LFzhuDdfLxu9rnvu6VykAU1jEn0rYHM06uuEtKwQhRMlBSUeXmcjqR6WXi9drHWWqBUzT3CkKM8ijFqzUJ-_deyZ14GdazDJ1h6OaMF-XH7zolAgk7E2OfbuzKQobtNZN5mm5fHMgVkWLEdeblLWSQ4iFRQ/s16000/denim%20shorts%202022_three.png" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-49877273890528668772022-05-30T04:26:00.000-07:002022-09-23T09:31:21.391-07:00Conversations with an old pair of shorts<p><span style="color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Dear pink shorts</span></p><p><span style="color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">I decided to talk to you today. You, an object in the perfect shade of light pink, flaunting old-world crochet, reminding me of the years that went by in almost a blur. </span></p><p><span style="color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">You were so tiny, that I almost didn't pick you for fear of being judged for wearing next to nothing. But then, somehow, good sense prevailed and I got you. You have been with me for 15 years now. You have seen me through so much - from finding flats and flatmates to switching jobs, moving cities, heartbreaks, losing friends, growing out of hobbies, and whatnot. </span></p><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14.85px;">I wore you when I saw the ocean for the first time. It was an evening that served up the best sunset I had seen in my life, the kind you use to compare every next sunset you see, at least in your head.</span></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">You go well with shirts and tops of almost any colour - white, grey, black, pink, yellow, multicolored? You are underwear-like enough to be worn under a super short dress. And you look the best sandstained.</span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Dear shorts, thank you for not letting me grow out of you.</span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;">Please follow me on GFC and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/jennysbicycle/?ref=hl" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Facebook</a> and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupa333/" style="color: #c14552;" target="_blank">Instagram</a> if you like reading the blog.</span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUzqR4N-E56_qpExhgqVkcI9aX2Bbj7E5RJymPwqLX2-ZP7mODjq0uBRdm78big6Ci9RpZZboTOYpHLfxBeGwKCxpH1hSXVsD3T3fI1ty7tseJ_KFlSWx81rtOTk_92A7wBeTljghGJhjhpHWW8_7XfBgJG_4NZmhojS5d1RtaZ9tHXiNX6oR_Ghe9QQ/s960/pink%20shorts%201.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUzqR4N-E56_qpExhgqVkcI9aX2Bbj7E5RJymPwqLX2-ZP7mODjq0uBRdm78big6Ci9RpZZboTOYpHLfxBeGwKCxpH1hSXVsD3T3fI1ty7tseJ_KFlSWx81rtOTk_92A7wBeTljghGJhjhpHWW8_7XfBgJG_4NZmhojS5d1RtaZ9tHXiNX6oR_Ghe9QQ/s16000/pink%20shorts%201.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7w5qWRJ58B1LTQRokfduw9If75nZsuwLQV6_zV34G0-1gz47gMFCE4qryBRdVtKD4_wO-WdZEtZirARHUo9e2Ethhw8VTrck4jPb2ooCpyoTar2hZ9_2YHNHEDpQLnvIHt2AwflIHRVz14s9wrktR5Ipb3vvY5sM6GDYET6YJzI2kh2oQoarjnayXA/s960/pink%20shorts%202.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7w5qWRJ58B1LTQRokfduw9If75nZsuwLQV6_zV34G0-1gz47gMFCE4qryBRdVtKD4_wO-WdZEtZirARHUo9e2Ethhw8VTrck4jPb2ooCpyoTar2hZ9_2YHNHEDpQLnvIHt2AwflIHRVz14s9wrktR5Ipb3vvY5sM6GDYET6YJzI2kh2oQoarjnayXA/s16000/pink%20shorts%202.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8aZ9EdB0v5YLplUfg8LM7GAeJol9pBK4JVlTPFZjNso5dsrVUALddpWRSsq12aT4j8sAs05nuUXjBPbq5FRtmCaGq4KQY9K1J5gMHQJyWQhQ0GfHH6SpF7nmPXm46GtnBzo_euLi1PTgVt_PJY6xMNVLttnchV06s5v1cURmoe315AaSGENCFchoVFg/s960/pink%20shorts%203.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8aZ9EdB0v5YLplUfg8LM7GAeJol9pBK4JVlTPFZjNso5dsrVUALddpWRSsq12aT4j8sAs05nuUXjBPbq5FRtmCaGq4KQY9K1J5gMHQJyWQhQ0GfHH6SpF7nmPXm46GtnBzo_euLi1PTgVt_PJY6xMNVLttnchV06s5v1cURmoe315AaSGENCFchoVFg/s16000/pink%20shorts%203.jpg" /></a></div><br /><span face=""calibri" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #6f6f6f; font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></div>Rupahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04068830422943414755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5980407865334275270.post-47749828048397847722022-04-30T05:38:00.000-07:002022-05-12T05:39:05.908-07:00A Case For The Little Black Dress<p><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">If you are a sucker for fashion magazines like me, you must have come across numerous articles serenading the timelessness of the little black dress. I for one failed to see the appeal. As someone leaning towards the brightness of yellows and greens and whites, I ended up missing out on the understated yet noticeable additions of black to my wardrobe.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">Fast forward almost a decade and I have black clothes for all sorts of reasons. For starters, it gives you this off-duty model kind of feel. Just pair black leggings or jeans with a black t-shirt, throw in some dainty accessories, and there you go! Carry a large-sized Latte for that extra sense of purpose. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">I have also come to realise that a black dress or an all-black outfit is - for the lack of a better word - a mood. The one that gets you dancing, hints you to go to a book reading, or just makes you feel like taking a walk on the beach.</span></span></p><p><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">But for the most part, this little, in the bud affinity toward all-black outfits may have something to do with the growing up. The color comes in handy when you want to appear like you mean business. By taking some attention away from you and adding a touch of orderliness, it can also camouflage the fact that you are yet to get your shit together. 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And almost everyone has that one group they want to quit but not sure how to.</span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">A friend I was recently talking to said she would like to give some award to the WhatsApp team which came with the idea of keeping archived chats actually archived. Earlier, even when you muted a group and archived a chat, it popped right on the top and it was almost impossible - unless you were some expert with thick skin - to ignore it. And now you can.</span></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">So how did we outgrow group chats? If you ask me, it had a lot to do with the fact that the people in a group and I outgrew ourselves. And after a certain point, you don't have the strength to call out someone because they are being an idiot. But it affects you nonetheless. Every sexist joke, racist comment, jibe against someone fat, unsolicited advice, and insensitive remark triggers us. Some more, others less. </span></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">The only thing that is semi-praiseworthy about these groups is the ease of planning an event where one has to coordinate with multiple people. Or a setup where multiple people need to be informed straightaway. That explains why office groups are probably not going anywhere soon. </span></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">But overall, people would love to leave a chat without anyone in the group noticing. It would be simple. Maybe that will happen one day as well. 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Now as far as meals are concerned, this practice is usually a great idea. But when it comes to clothes, you never know. Growing up, I used to save my best going out top for an occasion that never actually happened. No event was big enough for the top to be taken out. It was always the second favorite top that got the most attention somehow. You know what the downside of this habit was? Eventually I grew out of that top and gave it away. Sounds like a first world problem? Except that it wasn't. When you own less than a dozen clothes, you tend to be protective about your favorite clothes. You don't want a single thread out of place. And so you plan to wear it less. A bit too less. </span></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">These pictures in a white, borrowed dress fall in the same, best going out top. It has been two years and I have been waiting for some good day to post them. No idea what the characteristics of the good day was supposed to be though. Then the pandemic happened and the frequency of my posts decreased because we all had more important things to do. In the meantime, I was exhausting all my blog pictures because none of us were really going out in the streets, getting pictured. But I was saving this one. Because I loved the pictures. The result? Not much except the anxiety that I will never have better pictures in this life. Yeah, I know, this time, it is almost a first world problem.</span></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">Hope you wear your most favorite piece more often than you do.</span></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;"><br /></span></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #6f6f6f;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px;">By the way, it's not the last blogpost here, it's just that I will need post-pandemic images now!</span></span></div><div dir="ltr" trbidi="on"><br /></div>
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