#ThirtyTrinkets

A project that I’ve undertaken to document the smaller things in life that yield a small shot of happiness in this weird wide world.

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Here’s an interesting thought that I’ve had for a few days now. What better day than Flashback Friday to start off with a new theme for my blog?

#ThirtyTrinkets is a portal to my small and select world of earrings or accessories.

I shall post a picture a day, and in the process, wear something new every day, and possibly share a memory or incident associated with it. Usually, everything you own has a story, you only need to look at it and remember it.

Here goes today’s!

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Silver rings, pretty rings!

What better way to start off a commitment than with a pair of classics. The silver rings never go out of style and this one usually always reminds me of mom. She knows my love for silver artefacts and despite having lost a pair that was very similar to the one in the picture, she bought me these beauties a while ago.

I find these earrings comforting. When I’m confusion, stick to rings! 🙂

Let’s see what the mood calls for tomo!
Adios! Stay safe 🙂

Tra la la

It works! Every simgle time. These words – Blah, lah, la, they’re so amazing. cause they convey everything you want to say and yet deep down, mean nothing.

And then there are days when every fibre of your being screams winner!

It’s been one such day. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t ace the test that happened today. Three hours to write everything you knew about four subjects, two of which were so similar I forgot what I read where, and you’re an alien if you didn’t complain.

No, not kidding. I didn’t burn the midnight oil so I do not deserve to get your sympathies. I slept quite fine, thank you. Kind of makes me hope I have tests every day – such was the blissfully deluded sleep.

Let’s just skip the mandatory ‘how was your test?’ and assume it was the best ever. (I don’t even know if I passed Sem 1, that’s how early we get our results out here).

Well I’m glad it’s over. And you know what? I made a commitment and stuck to it. Okay fine, it wasn’t a biggie. (Should really stop hanging out with ‘Mol. He’s ruining my vocab.)

I just controlled myself really hard and with the weirdest measures to avoid going to the city. Now you’re thinking really? That needs commitment? Hey, when you’re left with ten days to show up at home with a puppy face, ten days is a lot of time for the meagre amount of pocket money that you are trying to save.

There are days when I’m so baffled by my thoughts that I give up thinking. Nah. Not really. Sample this: When I resentfully thrust a 500 under his nose and the Bhaiya at the coffee shop says no change, part of me is glad that I can stretch it a little longer.

Unfortunately though, just the way in which most of my resolve eventually crumbles, this one does too and by hook or crook, you’ll certainly find me sipping on the delicious cold coffee until the syrupy sweetness has emptied and the straw nuzzles the glass to make noises that people find obnoxious. It usually always elicits some disapproving looks and even an ‘eww’ from some. Hey, it’s coffee, okay? A Sinfully good one.

The simple pleasures of life I tell you. A warm shower, a strong cup of coffee, some funny conversation and a good book. Life is simple really. (Course not,  who are you kidding!)

And then the slightly confusing but welcome calls from home mostly every night after 9 (They just discovered that the landline works! What’s more, it even offers free calls. And who doesn’t love free, right?)Well, you have those calls that leave you wishfully thinking you could teleport and eat the chicken that is most certainly the dinner at home. You talk, and talk some more and there’s the awkward ‘what else?’

So you weigh out some more info(you do understand why you need to be selective here, don’t you?) until finally your friend sees her crush and you have to go stalk them and annoy them until they finally hate you and yell. (Thankfully, we’re still stuck in stage one, might take this semester to get over this.)

So, time to face reality and hope to God that the soya they’re serving me today is at least a little good so that it won’t have me cursing the missed bus.

Lovely, lazy mornings…

I’ve just finished reading the Economic Times and I’m sitting on my bed, content yet curious. What do I do next?

It’s my first leisurely Sunday out on the hills. Yes, after a whole lot of pendulum-like behaviour, I’m a proud student of Symbiosis Institute of Media and Communication.

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It’s Symbi babe, Symbi! (*with a little swag*)

I’m enjoying the leisure that this holiday bring. It’s been 16 days since I moved in here and this is our first Sunday off. The azure sky is a pleasing to the eyes and the drizzle ensures a cool ambience. If I was playing the daring ‘Never have I ever’ game, then I could oblige if someone talked about never having read financial newsletters. When I come to think of it, I’ve actually enjoyed reading this.

 After waking up to the traditional rendition of Vande Mataram from the speakers (Yes, you wake up with a surge of patriotism every morning out here), we were asked to report to the ground at 6:30 A.M, or rather, as soon as we could manage. Sleepy eyed and tired, Prinks and I walked up to the wet mass of grass that was the football ground. Despite plastic coverings, the carpet was decidedly wet. Once the crowd amassed and we jostled for space, we sat on our haunches and grimaced. As if the cold on our backs wasn’t enough, the steady pattering of fine spray added to our discomfort. However, we persisted in our attempts to follow the instructors and do our bit to celebrate World Yoga Day. Dressed in a light-coloured tee and tracks, the irony of the situation wasn’t lost on me. We’d have to all go back and scrub these clothes clean. I sympathise with Hans Rosling and I wholeheartedly agree. The luxury of those washing machines have been grossly under estimated.

After a warm shower, a nice sleep seemed inevitable and I went back to sleep. I think I just tested the adage ‘Knowledge is power’. When I discovered that the mess breakfast included Idli and Poha, I withheld attempts of persuasion from my peers and resorted to ‘room’ food instead. Well, when I wouldn’t eat yummy mummy-made poha, there was no way I was going to give in to the mess poha. As for the idli, let’s just say we’ve all eaten better ones! The last minute purchase of the elecrtic kettle has been a pure blessing so far! Satiated with boiled eggs, some cream biscuits, and a hearty cup of green tea from my beloved yellow mug (So much for the weight-loss tamasha!), I’m ready for this Sunday on the hills! 😉