Eating my happy.

(My red pants love you.)


I LOVE MY LIFE.

The travel break was like that hot cup of chai on a miserable rainy dreanchy morning. Now that I'm back, even the thought of it makes me want to kiss my life like a lover. Wheeeexiewowza.

Spent so much of time by empty beaches under the full moon, waiting for the sun to set, crawling barefoot through thick forests, yanking out pokey thorns from the feet, hogging on the local free fish curry, running around for cover in the rain, Nutella pancakes, masala chai and gulping down honey while at the beach cafe and staying up through the night talking to strange strangers I'm sure I will never see again. :) Filmy mode is on, Manorama.

Trust me, I love my batchmates. The sad bit is, I missed out on knowing them during the 3 years that they've been in my class.

They taught me how to roll a joint like a perfectionist. (DON'T TELL MA MOMMY.) No, I'm just a passive smoker. Learning to roll one never hurt anyone but.

Happy always comes your way. You just need to hit pause and take a nice swim in happy.

After a point during our 4/5 day escape, we couldn't be bothered to capture our escape in a camera. :)


I'm marrying a Nutella pancake. Yea, Mum, that's final.

(Picture Courtesy: Everybody. Mostly.)