I’ve asked MJ to make pancakes for me ever since i can remember, by the time I was able to light the stove, make a batter without her help, I started doing it on my own dishing out pancakes to her .. under their supervision of course. I’ve cheated many times. So, i’d sneak into the kitchen, when MJ would be taking her siesta and whip up some pancakes .. she’d be happy, but also wild that I went into the kitchen and played with fire… Class 3/4

After that immunity challenge of making pancakes this week i wanted to make some, and I did a day after that.. and a day after that day my first pancake for the first time ever gave me this brown cover . Blisssssss! What do I say ..


A Self Obessessed Thursday

I’ve come to realize I’m quite the creature of secret. I have more secrets than many, and I don’t mind keeping them that way. The irony is I thought most people I interact with knew everything about me.. they don’t!

What do I make out of it, either they don’t notice or I don’t tell or I don’t want to tell, or they don’t want to discuss what they notice. But few people who break that barrier are my friends 😉 It came as a huge surprise to me!

So what kind of a person are you on a scale of secretive to open to people around you ..

A couple of dried roses ..

A friend of mine was into drying roses, that’s how I got into this business. You know, being friends-girl friends we tend to follow each other and end up with the same hobbies.. that’s her room I was inspired to dry flowers like she did …

It is not a major pain to get it done, still the hanging them from somewhere when these bunches can be easily in a vase near the bed stand or the table.. that’s definitely easier ..

I’ve a bunch of yellow roses dried for 3-4 days now.. the sun was beaming today, I couldn’t resist, so I took them out on a stroll to take pictures ..



The pose …


At times it is strangers who know us the best. It could be that they observe us more in the little time they have or that people who have been with us for long take us for granted .. it could be n number of reasons

A stranger I know of has picked these two books for me recently, and know what, these have been my fav books since the time I read them first years ago.we haven’t had any prior conversation on these books.. but it just so happened the turned out to be these …

So a happy book dance moment!


My first tryst with nosepins & rings came during those events at the dance school during school days. They were a mandatory part of the styling of a dancer for a performance. I used to feel uncomfortable especially with the nosepins to be worn between the nostrils. It used to start me on a intense sneezing session that usually ended in the pin flying off with an ultra violent sneeze.

I’d like to go back to dancing, learning to begin with. I had restarted it a few years ago, the adrenaline rush it brings in to push myself to dance at a stretch, sweat dripping, heavy breathing resulting in a kind of an unexplainable joy. That…

I’ve been thinking of wearing nosepins recently, I like the lotus and peacock designs in silver the best. I may, I may not.. because it is about the nosepins, I may not pierce at all, to avoid the pain, stick to my no pain policy on the body, I can always use a clip on.


What flowers do you like.. i’m a big fan of baby pink and pink carnations … ☺️

The jackfruit …

Jackfruit or chakka as we call it in the Malayalam language. One of my favourites, so much so that my mom calls me chakka kodichi. Kodichi loosely translates to a drooler (in this case jackfruit) sort of .. I’ll find the nearest word and get back.

Picked it up from the market.. yellow heaven, yum. Yum yum. My night is made.

A dosa lover!

I thought these were mirchi bajjis (green chilli fritters) in cutting chai (tea) glasses with chutney! They turned out to be chicken sausages deep fried in besan (gram flour).