Chai it! You'll love it!

There's nothing that hits the spot quite like a piping hot cup of tea during the monsoons!! Our 'Quirky Kitsch cutting chai sets' were conceptualized and designed with just that in mind!! Chai it! You'll love it!! Do check out my facebook page to see more of my designs or drop me a mail at pyjamapartydesigns@gmail.com

Happy sippin!!

 

Thunderstorms don't frighten me

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Thunderstorms don't frighten me.Yes I do get goosebumps and a shiver down my spine every time the skies roar, but there's also a bolt of excitement that runs through my body. I've never been more aware of nature in all its fury, it feels like nature forces us to acknowledge its presence and power. Often we get caught up in our little bubbles of everyday struggles, but during the rains and especially during thunderstorms for a brief moment in time our bubbles burst, as we stare in awe at the forces at work that are much larger and stronger than our little lives.

Thunderstorms to me, are like a 'War dance of nature' - the thunder claps, like the resounding beating of drums riling up the forces, the howling winds like war cries instilling fear of the imminent danger,
 lightning blots of electricity that shoot across the skies like arrows, are the final blow, the weapons of wrath and destruction.

As the seas churning ferociously, belching all that is unwanted and the skies unleash havoc on our plebeian existence, for me it feels cathartic as tectonic plates of change shift, giving our lives a good 'ol fashioned purge.

You were so much more...

Today I feel like a little part of me just died, at 6:15 pm my Macbook Air was pronounced dead, all attempts at recovery were futile, as the Apple service center executive delicately handed over the remains of my love. An empty shell, a black screen that would no longer light up my life.

I know you might think, this woman's lost her marbles, I know a laptop is just a 'thing' but for me my laptop was much much more, it was the medium through which I could express my deepest thoughts, celebrate my feelings through the written word and my artwork.

Many nights we spent together, my laptop playing music in the background as I burnt the midnight oil painting, reading or writing. Lazy Sundays we spent in the company of friends as we watched movies till our eyes hurt, or drunken evenings spent trying to read the lyrics of  songs that were sung horribly off tune. My laptop has seen me laugh my heart out till tears ran down my cheeks and seen me cry till I felt there was nothing left in me. It has kept me company on long drives, entertained me [sometimes with mindless chatter] and sometimes life altering words and visuals. It was my partner in crime, my confidante, my treasure trove of memories, bits and pieces of my life that very few people were privy to.

As I write this post on someone else's laptop, something doesn't feel right, as my fingers grasp in vain for the familiar delicate feel of keys I've known so well, my heart sighs... I will buy another Macbook and we will share moments and create memories but I've reserved a corner in my heart for this little fellow and everything wonderful we've shared over the last couple of years.

You will be missed dearly.