Fashion And Summers

When Mat, Gary and George from Masterchef Australia came to India a couple of weeks back, my reaction was: why??? Why couldn't you come a little earlier or a little late?  Don't you know how hot it is here at the moment?

I was behaving as if I was hosting them, as if they wouldn't get to stay in a hotel with an AC, and as if they were coming to Delhi instead of Bangalore. Whatever it was, it bothered me a lot. I felt as if an unexpected (and very loved) guest came just after I finished a dozen cupcakes or an entire cheesecake. My world collapses. It's too hot and the shops are closed. It dawns upon me that I actually didn't need to eat that much. I am cakeless and fatter on the worst possible occasion.

During Summers in India, I do nothing but fight with the weather. People get cold and fever during winters, I get them in summers. I get all kinds of skin rashes too, a bad tan, and mood swings and weight gain (yeah!) and what not. 

And I feel, is it just me? I open my Facebook page and i see people in Jaipur and Goa,and Agra, apparently having the best time of their lives (at least their Fb status says so), and here I am, in my room, with ice cream and cold water and an ice pack.

The only saving grace during summers is fashion. From summer dresses to short skirts to spaghetti tops, it gets better and better. See, I can be positive too.  For the next two months, I will post about some summer outfits that keep me sane.

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The Vagabond Pink

There are days when we plan everything. It then goes as per the plan, to an extent, or not. And then there are days when we don't plan anything. It was such a Sunday for me. No plan, nothing. 

My room mate wanted a haircut and I tagged along. I was roaming around aimlessly. I was wandering, doing almost nothing. And it was an interesting experience in itself. Heard a couple fighting, a child keeping his parents on toes, two friends discussing about long distance relationships.

My father always says that I will end up a vagabond. He started using this word when I did not know its meaning (yeah I know, my vocabulary sucks). I don't know if he actually is right as I have always wanted a house of my own. My father says he doubts I 'll ever live in it :)

We'll see.

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