Today marks Day 100 of my creative streak — 100 consecutive days of showing up, creating, and sharing my abstract thoughts and experiences with the world.

When I began this journey, I didn’t know how far it would go. I only knew I wanted to stay consistent — to build a space where I could express freely, without overthinking or expecting perfection.

Over these hundred days, I’ve learned that creativity isn’t just about sudden bursts of inspiration — it’s about showing up, especially when it doesn’t strike. Some days, the words flowed effortlessly; on others, I sat staring at the screen, unsure of what to write. Yet every single day taught me something new — about patience, about imperfection, and about trusting the process.

What makes this journey truly special is YOU — the readers, friends, and fellow dreamers who have been part of it. Your kind words, thoughtful messages, and quiet encouragement have meant more than I can express. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read, reflect, and connect with my thoughts.

It’s not always easy to find a topic every day — sometimes it’s inspired by a fleeting moment, a random thought, or something that happened around me. Not all are happy; some are introspective, emotional, or even raw. But each one is a little piece of my world, shared with honesty.

As I celebrate this milestone, I’m filled with gratitude — for the growth, the discipline, and the beautiful community that has formed around this creative path.

Here’s to the next chapter — to new colors, evolving ideas, and the endless beauty of showing up for what we love. ✨

The journey continues… one thought, one emotion, one abstract at a time.

Thank you for walking beside me through this creative path — the best is yet to come.

“The day grew darker not because the sun set, but because a light within our hearts went out. In the quiet of this farewell, we carry not her absence, but the echo of her laughter, the warmth of her kindness, and the love that death cannot silence.”

You were my closest friend — more like a sister from another mother.
My kids were yours as much as mine.
We were supposed to meet soon…
Why couldn’t you wait for me? What was the hurry?

You’ve left me with a sorrow I’ll carry forever.
We feel cheated — robbed of time, of moments, of you.
When your dearest friend, your soul sister, just decides to leave —
no warning, no goodbye —
just a loud silence where once your laughter used to be…
it’s not acceptable. Not today, not ever.

Whom will I sit up with all night to chit-chat?
I can still hear your giggles clearly.
One less wish from now on.
All those beautiful birthday and anniversary messages you sent to us and the kids —
your thoughtful surprises, your treasure of pictures you’d release each year —
we’ll miss them the most.

You’ll forever be Krish and Sia’s favorite.
The vacuum you’ve left in our lives will ache forever.

I don’t think I will ever be able to process this loss.

Why does this happen?

Why does life snatch away the ones who make it more beautiful?

Till we meet again, Soumya. 💔
I’m never forgiving you for this — for deciding to leave without a warning,
without a heads up, without one last hug.

You’ve left, but you’ll never be gone from our hearts.

Acquaintance doesn’t always convert into friendship — and that’s absolutely fine.
There’s no rule that says every person you meet has to become a close friend.

Some connections just stay where they are — polite, surface-level, and that’s their rightful place in your life. From the time you met someone till today, even if you’ve exchanged a few messages or bumped into each other occasionally, it doesn’t really count as years of friendship. Sometimes, you just sense it — this isn’t my vibe.

You still stay courteous, share a light conversation when you meet, but deep down, you know — there’s nothing much to add or receive. You’ve tried, given it chances, and yet it doesn’t bloom.

And then there are the toxic ones — the kind you don’t disconnect from completely only because you rarely meet them. But after a point, you just want to cut them off quietly.

Some people are simply wired with negativity. You try to share a happy update, and before you can even finish, thadaa!comes the negative twist. It’s not that they wish bad for you — it’s just how they are. They somehow need to begin every conversation with a downside.

I’ve learnt over time not to share my joys with such people — at least not until things are done. Because protecting your peace matters more than keeping a conversation alive.

Not every connection is meant to grow, and not every bond deserves constant watering. Some people are just passing chapters — meant to teach you what energies drain you and what truly nourishes your soul.

In the end, peace is the quietest and truest form of friendship you can offer yourself.

You know how sometimes you walk into your house and feel like it needs a little something? Not a full makeover — just a tiny refresh. We can get bored seeing the same things, the same arrangement every single day — it’s but natural!

So why not push things around a little? You can’t change your house often (that’s definitely not feasible 😅), but you canplay around with your mind by making these small changes. Shift a lamp, change the doormat, add a plant, or pull out that old rug — and watch how your space suddenly feels new again.

Swap your cushions, move your chairs, or rearrange your wall art. Once in a while, buy some fresh flowers for that vase — it instantly adds life, positivity, and a sense of growth to your home.

It’s all about playing with what you already have and having fun while doing it. Every time I move things around, it feels like I’ve given my home (and myself) a lovely boost of energy.

Because keeping your space fresh is just another way of keeping your spirit fresh. 🌸✨

25 years ago, I saw him for the very first time (07/11/2000)— in the bank where we worked. I had just joined as a trainee, waiting for my results, and he was a sales manager then.
Honestly, I wasn’t even keen to join the bank — it was meant to be a temporary job, just something to fill time. But destiny clearly had other plans… that temporary job gave me my permanent partner. 💫

We both came from families who weren’t in their best financial phase. There was pressure, uncertainty, and a constant struggle to keep going. But that’s what drew us closer — our shared background, our will to stand tall for our families, and our belief that no matter what, we must keep doing our best.

Somewhere between long workdays and small talks, we realised we were walking the same path — with the same dreams and goals. And then, on the 6th day — 13th November — he proposed to me in the most amusing way… at a railway station! 🚉
He had planned it perfectly — had done his homework well. He knew that in that time slot, we’d have to skip the first three trains since they wouldn’t stop at our destination — giving him those precious 10–15 minutes to talk. Just enough time to propose!
And my reply? A classic one: “Speak to my mom, she decides!” 😅

My mother was impressed with him in the very first meeting itself. Both families accepted it easily — there was no drama, no resistance, even though we were quite young. When you’re destined for something, I guess everything just falls into place. 💫

We didn’t believe in casual dating or complicating things. We both came from simple, middle-class homes where relationships meant commitment. So when we knew, we knew. We decided to marry and take charge of life — together.

Nothing came to us on a silver platter. We had to make things happen — with our sweat, sacrifices, and hard work. Life tested us, but God has always been kind. Every time He threw challenges our way, He also gave us the strength to rise again. We never gave up — not on each other, and not on the life we were building.

It’s been 25 years since that first meeting — and this year, we also complete 24 years of marriage. ❤️
Sometimes destiny doesn’t arrive with fireworks — it just quietly places two people in the same frame, gives them a few missed trains, a 10-minute window, and a lifetime to cherish.
And that’s what we did — turned that moment into forever. 💞

There’s one question that never fails to echo in every DESI household — “Aaj kya banau?”
It’s that one line every mother repeats, hoping someone will help her decide the day’s menu.

We adults are still adjusting, trying to balance taste, time, and tradition. But the kids? They can’t be happy eating the simple, homely dishes we once relished. For them, it’s all about paneer, pasta,manchurian, noodles,quesadillas and every possible multicuisine dish they can think of!

The daily kitchen debate continues —
Mothers asking lovingly, “What would you like to eat today?”
And fathers saying, “Don’t give them a choice, let them learn to eat everything!”

But ma toh ma hai — she’ll still make their favourite sabzi or paratha, adding that extra dollop of ghee just to see them smile. Because deep down, she knows… once they grow up and move out, they will  learn to eat what’s on the plate and adjust.

And then there’s the weekly vegetable shopping — the real struggle!
The same tendli, bhindi, baingan staring back at you from the baskets, as if to say, “Pick us again!” You almost roll your eyes, wondering how many more ways there are to cook them.

But just when the monotony starts to set in, winter arrives — like a much-needed breath of freshness. Suddenly, the sabzi basket looks cheerful again — brighter, greener, and full of life. The markets overflow with fresh methi, palak, peas, and those red carrots that make your eyes light up. One look and you’re already dreaming of gajar ka halwa slowly simmering in ghee. ❤️

Winters bring a special kind of joy to every vegetarian home — undhiyu, pav bhaji, and gajar ka halwa become seasonal must-haves. The aroma of these dishes fills the house, and the laughter and banter around food make every meal feel like a celebration.

Because in the end, food in a DESI home is never just about what’s cooked —
it’s about the love stirred into every dish, the comfort of routine,
and those everyday “Aaj kya banau?” moments that one day become our sweetest memories. ❤️

After a few years it won’t be the dishes we remember, but the love and laughter that came with every “Aaj kya banau?”

When the house falls silent and the kitchen isn’t as busy, we’ll miss even that one question — “Aaj kya banau?”❤️

Sharing some beloved dishes prepared in our homes during this cozy season — from steaming undhiyu to sweet, fragrant gajar ka halwa. Let the warmth of these winter flavors brighten your day.

We do talk every day — a quick call here, a forwarded meme there — but that one weekly video call of the three of us has now become a beautiful ritual.

For a long time, that rhythm was lost. Life, as it does, scattered us into our own worlds, our own routines. But somehow, God found a way to bring it back — as if he knew how much our hearts needed it.

Now, every week, when Mom, my sibling, and I come together on that little phone screen, it feels like time folds back. The laughter, the teasing, the memories — they all come rushing in.

And then begins our favorite part — the “what did you cook today” segment. Three different houses, three different kitchens, and three very different menus!
Mom always starts first, lovingly sharing what she had for breakfast and what’s on the stove for lunch. Then my sibling, now quite the chef, talks about his latest dish. Finally, my turn comes — usually with a laugh and some improvised recipe that still somehow tastes like home.

It’s funny how these food talks connect us. Once upon a time, we sat around the same table, eating mom’s food — her flavors, her love, her warmth. Today, even from miles apart, those same flavors keep us tied together.

Mom is our teacher, she is the one who taught both of us to cook, who made us curious about ingredients, who made us love the act of feeding others. It’s her recipes we follow, her methods we imitate, her little tricks we still recall with a smile.

And though the video screen shows how she’s aging, her smile still shines with the same glow that once lit up our childhood. Her laughter still fills the gap between us, and her presence — even through a screen — still feels like home.

These calls aren’t just about catching up. They’re small redemptions of love, reminders that even in our busy, scattered lives, we can always find our way back to each other — and back to her.

Because those few minutes spent with your aging parents, listening, laughing, and just being there — they’re not ordinary moments.
They’re the moments you’ll hold closest to your heart one day. ❤️

We all get inspired by movies at some point in life.
Some people love those goal-oriented, win-against-all-odds types.
Some get drawn into mushy love stories or family dramas.
And then there are people like me — who get inspired by thriller movies, something like a murder mystery… but of course, I’m not recreating that scene at home 😅 — no matter how dramatic life gets!

This year, our wedding anniversary almost turned into a tragedy (not the romantic kind).
Work pressure, late-night calls, endless deadlines — basically, everything except candlelight and celebration.
Our holiday got cancelled, all bookings for the day scrapped, and even those fun tickets we were so excited about went poof!

If this had happened a few years ago, we would have sat and sulked, maybe eaten a slice of leftover cake and said, “It’s okay, next year.”
But not this time.

This time, we decided to take a page from the movie Drishyam — and recreate the day with a twist of positivity, training our minds to believe that our day isn’t over yet.

On the very same day, when we realized our D-day wouldn’t be a free day, we picked up the phone, changed all our bookings to another weekday, and told ourselves,
“Anniversary or not, we’re celebrating today!”

And guess what? It worked!
We went ahead with every small thing we’d planned — just shifted the timeline a bit.
Honestly, it felt even better: less crowd, more fun, and absolutely zero guilt.

That’s when it hit me — it’s all about how you train your mind.
Life will always throw plot twists, but you get to decide whether you want to pause the movie or re-shoot the scene.

We chose to re-shoot — and had a total blast.
No regrets, no complaints, just laughter and love.
Because sometimes, all it takes is a flexible plan and a positive head to turn a flop day into a blockbuster! 🎉

When plans fail, creativity begins.It’s not about the perfect day — it’s about making the day perfect.

I sometimes feel like I belong to a generation that’s slowly getting extinct.
Not because we didn’t evolve or adapt, but because the essence of how we lived, felt, and connected is fading away.

We were a generation that spoke with eyes and not emojis.
We waited for letters, calls, and moments — and every pause had a story behind it.
Conversations were warm, layered, and filled with emotions that didn’t need filters or edits.
We expressed through silences, through the way we asked “had lunch?” instead of saying “I love you.”

And now, I watch the new generation — Gen Z — take over.
They are fierce, witty, charming, and unbelievably sharp.
Their exposure to the world is a zillion times more than what we ever had.
They think fast, talk smart, and move on faster than we can process.

We lived life with pauses; they live it in reels.
We waited; they swipe.
We saved moments; they share them instantly.
We had hang-ups; they have clarity.
We feared being judged; they don’t care who’s watching.

And that’s what makes them powerful.
Their practicality and intellect will take them places our emotions couldn’t.
They know their worth and they draw boundaries fearlessly — something we learned much later in life.
They’re bold, expressive, and brutally honest.
But maybe, just maybe, they’ll miss the sweetness that comes from uncertainty, the depth that comes from waiting, the love that comes without words.

Our generation held onto relationships, even the broken ones, trying to fix and mend.
Theirs believe in letting go — in peace, not in pieces.
We were raised to adjust; they’re raised to choose.
We found meaning in compromise; they find it in self-respect.

And I can’t decide if that’s beautiful or heartbreaking.
Maybe it’s both.

Everything is evolving — and rightly so.
Maybe I won’t live long enough to see how this world finally shapes under their rule.
But I surely see how it all began — how conversations became captions, emotions turned into reactions, and connections started depending on Wi-Fi.

We belonged to the era of warmth; they belong to the era of wisdom.
Maybe the balance lies somewhere in between — where emotion meets intellect, and heart meets logic.
Until then, I’ll quietly watch this transition — a little proud, a little nostalgic —
as my generation slowly turns into a beautiful memory.