• Yesterday was 23 years since the day we got engaged. They say time flies, but does it really? Sometimes I feel like I have known SP forever; on other days, it feels like I am still getting to know sides of him.

    I was 23 when we got engaged – 21 when we met, and of course we have both done our fair share of growing and evolving.

    Funny story about our engagement – I had given him the deadline of August 14th for us to either be engaged or part ways. Our engagement was fixed for the 15th. He called me on 14th evening – telling me he couldn’t get engaged anymore because he hadn’t met the deadline! Obviously, I yelled and screamed and then he said – “Just kidding!” I swear I could have killed him!

    But here’s the clincher! He was travelling from Pune to Mumbai for the engagement and his bus broke down. He had to hitchhike and finally made it home after midnight, 12 hours before our engagement ceremony was planned. Our life had been dotted with surprises and challenges like these just to keep things interesting!

    We celebrated the day quietly with coffees and talking about life in general . Another interesting fact about us and this photo is that the rings you see here are rings that we chose ourselves & absolutely love !

    The originals were chosen for us, with very little input from either of us or consideration for what we actually liked. Neither of us particularly liked the rings – we agreed to them because we liked each other. A few years back we exchanged them for some gold to make pendants for our girls.

    Now, my ring is one I fell in love with the moment I saw it & SP bought for our 11th anniversary. His ring is one he wanted for the longest time and we got it made 2 years back. They are a testament of how much we have evolved and of the life and choices we have made as we go along.

    Perhaps that’s what the last 23 years have been about too – growing, changing, keeping what matters and making the rest our own.

  • Between appointments on a cold, grey, busy day, I spotted something that instantly lifted my mood.

    Just look at her. 💜

    Surrounded by rocks and weeds, and yet there she was — thriving, blooming, simply doing her thing.

    Nobody told her this wasn’t the ideal place to bloom. So she did. 🌱

    Truth be told I was in a world of pain that morning and was struggling with motivation and movement, but seeing these pansies reminded me of how far I have come in the last 6 months & inspired me to keep going , even if after a short break.

    Sometimes you don’t have to go looking for little pockets of joy. They find you. 💜

  • Spider-Man : Brand New Day

    We watched Spider-Man – Brand New Day over the weekend.
    It took me back to my childhood when I first watched Spider-Man cartoons on Sunday afternoons at 4:00 PM – Spidey swinging from building to building with the title song of ‘SpiderMan -SpiderMan’ ..

    What do you call the feeling when your nostalgia collides with your present moments..😍 No, really? The little me with her short bob, fresh from a nap that mum forced her to take, sitting with a cup of hot cocoa met the mum me sitting with my little family, handing out snacks,she smuggled in her handbag to her own kids and husband . It’s amazing to enjoy the same things so many years later with the same pleasure.

    Needless to say we are a family of Superhero fans and this was the perfect family outing with burgers for dinner, lollies and of course movies popcorn !


    Here’s to many more..❤️🧿

  • So, it’s been 6 weeks since the operation and I have had a lot of time to think, process, think more and forget about the world. I love people and love talking nineteen to dozen but not needing to hold a conversation and keeping the smile up has been nice too.

    My default position and spot

    I have been content staying home, reading, binge-watching shows and having occasional visitors. I have said this to whoever cares to listen but really that’s what most of my 6 weeks looked like. I have read more books than I have in the last 3-4 years – I have NEVER watched so much TV in my entire 46 years and that’s saying something 😃

    I feel rested, but most importantly I feel like my brain has had the chance to slow down and push out the chaos that it has felt for the last 2 years. I don’t mean to say that the over-thinker in me has left the building- no – she is still very much there but my new motto has been better out there than in my head and so far that’s helping.

    I learnt early on in the recovery that expecting everyone to read my mind will lead to disappointment so I now state what I need from my family and friends: ‘I need this /that’ ‘please don’t say – xyz’ ‘I would love a coffee’ ‘can you pick me up/ drop me there’ – just little things but saying them out loud tells me that everyone is happy to do things / help me and it’s OK to ask for help.

    I have also learned that I don’t have to do everything myself at home – the husband and the teens are equally able and capable to do the same things. I just need to remember this as I get stronger and the urge to do everything myself takes over . Yes, that’s a life skill that I had to learn very quickly – now the challenge is to keep practicing it.

    There’s so much more that I wanted to say but I took a break to watch my shows .. so, this is where I will stop ..

    Love and smiles,

    Trish ❤️❤️