Tag Archives: Relaxing

151: Magical May

31 May

Here’s what it’s been like in pictures. 

Hot. 

Relaxing. 

Experimental. 

Filled with debauchery. 


And just plain amazing!

112: Of Weekends With No Time

22 Apr

Today was one of those Saturdays that didn’t feel like one. For starters, the two of us went to work, which, for now, seems like something we’re making a part of our lives, just like the million others out there who work on every single Saturday. Top that with time for nothing else but to collapse and de-heat our minds and bodies, and we were done with yet another precious weekender.

It’s been a day of tremendous running around, and it’s been a day where my routine has gone out the window. No groceries, no weekly preps, no nothing has happened. The once upon a time me would’ve cared and panicked. Now I couldn’t care about tomorrow any more. We’ll see it when it gets here.

For now, I’m slinking into some stress-relieving tv shows, and a chicken curry rice meal I made somewhere between post lunch and tea-time, in record time. This is my comfort for today – to just be with whatever I have.

105: Support-less Saturdays

15 Apr

We’ve been on a relaxing spree, I tell you. Neither did we go rushing off for a short weekend getaway, and neither did we make any grand plans in this sweltering heat to “make the most of this long weekend”. We simply stay put, ordered in, took cold water showers, powdered ourselves, and spread out to watch this new tv show A discovered – Designated Survivor. You’ve watched it? We were hooked on to it (even though some parts of it are astoundingly ridiculous) and we’re powering through it, one 60-minute episode at a time.

It was also today that I re-discovered the joy of letting my ladies loose and just easing into this maddening chaos that is summer. I’ll tell you that this joy is simply unparalleled. And it’s a sense of freedom like nothing else is. There’s no perfect way than to embrace this season, I’m certain. Couple than with endless cool drinks on the rocks, lying spreadeagled on the floor under the fan, and watching the sun’s rays sneak in through our dancing blinds, and it all fits. I think I’ll carry this on to tomorrow as well, because that’s just how long, relaxing weekends at home ought to be. :)

21: Currently Thoroughly Enjoying

21 Jan

My life, at this very moment, feels like a scene right out of a movie. There’s the weather factor, which is oddly but expectedly, quite so very under. It’s an overcast day, which only spells cold and more cold. The sun has hardly been out, and when it does get the chance to show itself, it is but a mere shadow. But that isn’t the movie-ish bit, just a hugely contributory element, due to which the movie bit comes in on cue at present – I’m writing this post, all cuddled in bed. It’s one of those weekend afternoons, spent in the luxury of one’s blanket and bed. I was blanketed in, surrounded on one side by a lovely, comforting hot water bottle, and on the other side with my kindle, engrossed in the world of Anna Arkadyevna Karenina. I actually bought myself this classic a few years ago, and remember reading it with the exact same keenness as now, but stopped after the first part for reasons I don’t remember. A lot of me thinks it’s because I got tired of holding the book up while reading it; a hugely prominent factor because of which most of the bulky books I own, remain either entirely unread or abandoned.

Anyhoo, I was a fly on Anna’s wall, till the doorbell rang, just like how all doorbells ring when you never expect them to. In my very asocial case, I seldom desire doorbells to be rung at all, in the first place. I’ve mentioned my loathing for them quite abundantly on this blog – over here, here, here, and here – see? So, it did ring, and I was instantly and most irritably, transported back to this world, and far away from what seemed to be a very warm and lively ballroom. It was S, my istriwala (the guy who irons our clothes); and while I was disturbed from my very cushy position in bed, which takes a lot of adjusting to be perfect especially when you’re reading, mind you, I was also thankful that S not only showed up with my husband’s clothes, but also made me think about writing my post that was due today. I’d put it off for another day; the sheer blasphemy that ensues when you’re so darned tranquil and content, haha!

I feel like (a rotund) Meg Ryan from You’ve Got Mail. That’s what I meant when I typed the first line of this post out. I’m in my woolies, in bed, with my laptop on my lap, and typing away to glory, feeling very important, and purposeful. Also, the added sfx of my typing, makes me feel so inexorably complete that it had to feature in my blog post today. But that’s about it. The filminess ends here, for the post at least. Everything else in my life today, screams reality over reelity. A is under the weather, the hot water bottle is because the lower half of my body is on medical leave for the next few days, and my day since I first woke up, has been more organised and productive than any Saturday I’ve had in the longest time. My morning bevvys, tea, breakfast, and lunch were all made and done before the maid could leave; therefore ensuring that all my dishes were done and my kitchen cleaned before it struck 1030am; the bathrooms were cleaned, my bath was had, the house was cleaned, the laundry was done, post which K3G was watched uninterruptedly. I love it when I don’t have to get up in between watching something. It has all worked out well so far; even this blog post is up in time…and I couldn’t really care about dinner, so that’s an added bonus.

What I’m trying to say is that despite not having a genie to wait upon me, and make my domestic life a breeze, despite both of us being under the weather which is in itself not faring too well today, and despite forfeiting so many hours over a crybaby movie, all is well and to be thankful for. I’ve emerged feeling very well rested (because I’m still in bed), and like I’m in one of my favourite movies. Soon, when the restful headache begins to stir within me, I will make myself a steaming cup of tea, and still try not to care about dinner. After all, there’s only so much a faux movie star can think about, right? Besides, I’m that self-confessed precocious girl who thinks not all meals ought to be fussed over, or even thought about.

To sum up, I’m currently thoroughly enjoying:

this ambience that’s enveloped me
this wave of sloth that’s washed over me
this slight drowsiness that’s tugging my eyelids
this read that’s absorbed me,
and this Saturday, which feels like home.

Have a beautiful weekend, folks! :)