What happens when the first movie you watch together is Annabelle?

I prop my feet up and wonder, “What am I doing? Will this turn out all right?” To get married isn’t an easy decision, you see. And this guy, I had known through chat conversations for a few months. I had no clue how he would look or even behave in person.

But then, the talking led him to book his tickets one weekend to come meet me. Excited? I was. Perplexed? I was. Did I want this meeting to happen? Yes. Did I want to keep it for a later time maybe next year or the year after? Yes, I did.

But my basic flaw? I can’t be rude to people unless they really make me nauseous. To those, I can be downright rude.

So, the D-Day arrived. He called me for the first time ever and I found out he had this weird accent. At the risk of sounding snooty, I know for sure that I wouldn’t have ever decided to be his friend had I known he had this accent. But then hey, he was in my city. Too late, right?

The rendezvous

So, I decided to meet him outside his hotel as he was new to my city and I took a rickshaw to the hotel (I had to follow the map to this place). After reaching the spot indicated by the map and paying the driver for the ride, I walked slowly to the hotel. He was waiting for me right there. A quick awkward hug and then? He had flowers for me! Those were really pretty and…good planning there, huh?

From there, the day started slowly and progressed quite well. Our first movie together? Annabelle. Horror horror. That first day ended on a sweet note when he spilt his coffee on the table and drenched my bouquet (yes, that was still with me).

He walked me home and we planned to meet up the next day too. So much more at ease with each other, we had a lovely time the second day. That evening he flew back to his city. Le sigh.

A series of meetings

But no. That wasn’t the end, it was the start. His flights got him to my city every single weekend and our meetings got better and better. Within a few months? The proposal happened aboard a private yacht. What did I say? Yes, of course.

And now? We are married and have been for quite some time now. A story as old as time? Nah. But one that happened like a whirlwind and something I will cherish for the rest of my life. For sure.


It’s actually irresistible!

I believe there is something magical in everything we touch, everything we see in our day to day lives. And this magic multiplies by at least five dozen when it comes to food.


For starters (no, we arent talking about the start of a 3-course meal here), there’s the distinct aroma that emanates from freshly cooked food. Who could resist stepping into Pizza Hut after falling prey to its aroma? Yes, it does hunt you down. Even in your dreams sometimes.

Then, there’s the touch. How different do all food items feel to the touch. I love everything from the watery graininess of a slice of watermelon to the gooey I’ll-mess-up-your-hands feel of your favorite Ferrero pastries. I mean, what’s not to like there?


Now if you get my drift, I know you can do the math about food’s magical effects on our other senses too. But the point here today I’d like to make is the pointlessness of claiming that you are bored of a particular type of food. I just heard someone say “Kanda poha (a traditional and oh-so-yummy Indian dish) should be abolished ‘cuz it’s boring now.” Are you sure you won’t miss it when it’s gone?

Food is truly magical in every sense. If you learn to apply your senses to everything that is served to you as a meal/snack, you will see how wonderful a gift any kind of food is. Trust me, it works. Use this trick and you will never fall out of love with food again. And hey, don’t forget to be thankful for the magic ❇⭐🌟

Thank you, Comics

We are humans. Mere mortals. Not all of us are born craving for hard-to-comprehend literature. When I was a kid, I used to crave for reading material that made complete sense to me – comics. What did I like about them then? The color and images. Isn’t it surprising that we never found it hard to focus on comics? I admit, I used to enjoy reading my textbooks…but put comics beside them and I would never look at the school stuff a second time. I thank my mom for introducing me to comics and showing me that there is more to books than just “yawn.”

Reading doesn’t always have to be something “that is approved by literature critics.” Read what gives you joy. Pick up anything that is written. Author, no bar. If you are a parent and your aim is to get your kid reading, comics are THE answer. As kids, our mind cries out for a medley of things that keep us happy and…not bored. And let’s face it, comics DID give us the potpourri that we looked for.

If someone argued that comics are impractical and are aimed to entertain just kids, I would throw them off the cliff. OK, I many not be THAT violent in real life, but I may have a mental picture of me doing so. Why, you ask, am I so passionate  about comics? Well, of the many reasons I can state, the top-most in my mind is how appropriate it is to use comics for communication. As someone who handles communication for her firm, I know the importance of communication that is taken seriously by everyone.

If you are still not convinced, allow me to draw up a few more advantages I can think of. Here goes. The complicated technology (which, I admit, is relatively simplified now) that you need to develop videos is not something you require to give birth to engaging comics. Illustrations have a humanness of their own, don’t you think? A characteristic that is profusely attractive compared to camera shots. What’s more, with comics, even if you forget to leave a bookmark where you left off, you could always easily come back to the page and take off on a wondrous journey of fun. The combo of depiction and ideas has claim to more than your attention. It is powerful enough to take charge of your imagination.

Human clans have always had a weakness for stories, haven’t they? Add a pinch of comicalness to those stories, and voila! It’s the perfect dish to cure you of boredom! Yeah, you can thank me later for sharing the recipe.