The other day I was talking to a friend about how we have stopped being the happy, eccentric, crazy us. How we have lost the big comedies of our lives to its small tragedies. And we have been doing so for really long without even realizing it at all.
It seems to be a collective phenomena. What else can explain why no one points this to us, except for the fact that over time, most of us start behaving the same? Our experiences in life seem to be some sort of an effective energy drink that works in reverse. We look calm, we behave perfect. But we act less with every passing day.
I know this has been said many times before. But happiness does lie in small things. Life is a lot about being excited about things, small, smaller, smallest. It is of utmost important to be crazy about something in life.
Sharing some pictures. Just the small things. The bougainvillea in my balcony that makes really pretty mornings. Dark chocolates to make the nights less darker! Old gifts to be cherished. A Saturday evening. Being featured in Cosmopolitan magazine.
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When I saw this girl ( in the first picture) wearing a hat of the perfect width, diameter, whatever it is called, I was wondering how come I never bought a hat like this for myself before? Hats make a statement by themselves. How I wish girls in India would wear more hats.
The denim jumpsuit worn by the girl in the second picture was so chic that I was left with no choice but to stop, stand, stare and click. Don't miss her neck-piece as well!
I loved the third girl's t-shirt and Juree's dress and her husband has done a commendable job to make this picture really interesting :)
Hope you guys are doing great. We are busy with Diwali celebrations in India. Looking forward to many Diwali inspired posts by fellow Indian bloggers.You guys have a great time.
As I see leaves falling from trees right now, my heart knows that this is the best time of the year and suddenly it starts behaving different. It flutters, it whispers and then something happens and it even shouts like crazy.
Maybe I am exaggerating. But I am one of those people whose happiness, sadness, excitement, creativity, average reacting time, threshold to weirdness that surrounds me etc has a lot to do with weather.
Of course an Indian autumn is not that cold mostly, except for a few regions. So maybe I can afford to go gaga over it here.
I have resolved not to waste a single weekend for a while. I am sure a lot of you are making the most of the season. So, what does autumn mean to you? Let me know in the comments section. And please like my Facebook page.
Have a great autumn!
A good denim shirt is something one can never have enough of. At least that is how I feel. It has the charm of a school boy one once had a crush over. That half mature rugged exterior and his love for blue.
I wanted a denim shirt or a jacket for a really long time- as long as my sister took my denim jacket and never returned it. There is this thing with sisters. They never return :)
It just came to my mind that I should ask for that jacket again. The distressed ones look even better! You guys have a great weekend. Do like my Facebook page.
Taking pictures gives me a silent joy. At times it is an instant thing. At other times the joy arrives much later. And then there are times when I discover a small something about a certain picture after many days.
I attended a Wella Fashion Blogger's Meet last weekend. Posting some pictures I clicked there. You have a great weekend! Do like my Facebook page if you haven't.
From Top: Dr. Awungshi Philamazan from Dr. Poison Ivy's beauty Blog,
Kanupriya from Anthiea and
Surbhi from The Fashion Flite. About the last picture, i will post her name after some research. Till then, I just love her hair.
I Left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?
All for me? And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I've been long away
-Robert Frost
"Have you checked out the new Done by None jumpsuit," asks a colleague. Those are the new thong flats from Done By None, exclaims my friend at a girl in metro. I don't remember any other brand that sparks such instant conversations among us lately.
About Done by None, there is something about those limited edition collections. There is something about those designs that are international. There is something about the packaging and the value for money that you get.
When I discovered Done By None almost a year ago, its shoes caught my eye. I ended up writing a blog post in around 30 minutes I guess, at least that is what I remember. I have not looked back since then.
You can buy this Done by None skirt here and those wedges here. And explore the website as there is lots more. Happy shopping!
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