Sometimes, this is enough. An ordinary day, mostly a Sunday. When you simple exist in harmony with your self. Waking up at 8 am, lounging, sipping tea, watching the vast expanse of greens, and the birds making chirping noises. Having a slow start to the day. Preparing breakfast and lunch, and zillion things in between …
A Sunday in January is foggy and cold. It smells of warm sweaters —– freshly washed, and the warmth of a room heater. A Sunday in January is slow but steady. It smells of ginger tea and Pindi chana —— freshly made —- and the warmth of A’s love. A Sunday in January is …
Rarely, there are Sundays that are spent in solitude. Today was one of those. Solitude and plenty of time reigned supreme. It was a day I spent doing exactly what I love the most——–watching the day pass by sprinkled with labour of love here and there. Got up around 8 am and spent the …
Rains, rains and rains! It’s been pouring since morning, on a Sunday morning, what an eclectic mix that makes it to be. A day to enjoy nature, ‘chai’, coffee, books and of course Netflix. What else one needs on a Sunday. Happy Sunday to all! Full of things you love.