Friday, 3 November 2017

Recent Beauty Favourites [Oct 2017]

I did one of these posts back in May [read it here] and it's interesting to see the changes in my routine. I'm actually following a rigid skincare routine now, something I never did. I guess this is only one of the many ways New York has changed me.



Like I mentioned in my previous post, I don't really swap out products from my routine. When I find something I like, I stick to it. Off late, I've acquired a lot of new products in my routine and I thought I'd document it on my blog for those who care and for future me who forgot what 25 was like!

Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Moving to New York - And the Anxiety that Ensued

True to my prediction in my last post (which was a rather embarrassing public breakdown, in my opinion) this post is coming to you from New York. I have moved, at last. The anxiety has passed, at last! And, to tell you the truth, the worst was in my head. Yes, it's only been 8 days since I got here. Yes, I'm broke and incapable of feeding myself. But, I am surviving despite my fears of living alone. To be honest, it is quite exhilarating.

Let's backtrack a little.









On the 22nd of August, as scheduled, I boarded a plane, travelled for a little over 23 hours, skipped more time-zones than I can keep track of, and landed in New York. This is my first time on my own, and it had to be miles and oceans away from my family and friends. But it had to be done.

While it may seem easy to some - you book your tickets, board a plane and voila! The crew gets you to NYC - it takes a lot to make that leap. If someone is looking to move to New York and is completely unprepared, I urge you, dear reader, have them read this post, for I shall I explain in great detail (as much as possible) all the things that kept me up at night and how they essentially resolved themselves.

Sunday, 20 August 2017

Saying Goodbye - The Hardest Part

We are here now. At the brink of new beginnings. No turning back. I am finally a part of the swirling cosmos of life, not a stagnant onlooker. New York in a day and 23hrs of travel away and as much as I try to keep nostalgia at bay, it has me by the throat.

I still can't seem to grasp what I've achieved for myself. Three years ago, I was sitting at my usual table at Cafe Pascucci, a Tanya by my side, with no sense of myself or where I was heading. I had a heart full of dreams I was scared to speak out loud in fear that it would never come true if I put it out there. A head full of uncertainty and self-doubt. Today, I got into my dream school in my dream city and tomorrow, I am leaving for my dream city - New York!


I often thought that everyone around me had copious amounts of will power and strength. That they had the courage to follow their dreams. Unknowingly, I did too. Without thinking that thought, I worked towards making my dreams come true. I did my research, took it when step at a time, and made it happen. And now, I believe in myself a bit more than I did before.

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

Travel Diary - Chennai, India

Of all the years I've lived in India, I've never truly seen every nook and cranny of the country. I haven't even seen all the major cities! Not even the Taj Mahal! Oh, the shame!

Ironically, it took an American visa appointment to get me to Chennai. I spent two days there, during which time I had two separate appointments for my visa, but on the downtime, I decided to do some sightseeing in the blistering heat. Although only a few hundred kilometres from my home and native land, Bangalore, I never took the time to venture out to Chennai. Honestly, I didn't think it had much to offer apart from the beach. Yes, that might be exciting enough for some. But for me, beaches mean high temperatures, humidity, cloudless skies, which result in the anamolous expansion of my hair! I can't stand it and I don't venture out to coasts for the sake of the beach. Never.


My planning began with the means of transport. I was insistent on taking the train - by far my favourite means of transportation. To anyone venturing out in India, I beseech thee: when in doubt, take the trains. They're well connected, extremely efficient, affordable, filthy, overcrowded, but overall, enriching to the soul. The kinds of people you'll meet on an Indian train, you'll never meet otherwise. If you're a photography enthusiast, look at this as a goldmine of potential nat-geo-esque shots of streets of India and life.