Let me warn you beforehand. This post may not interest you because there is nothing great in it. It’s just a heads-up on what’s going in my super-average, ordinary, mundane and boring life. In my defense, it is good to give excitement a break.
First the good news. My Mumbai trip is finally happening. Bookings have been made and itinerary finalised. It took almost an year for the plan to materialise since the time I consciously started wanting it to happen. As always, it was within two days’ time span that the universe conspired in my favour. When I was adamant to make it happen, nothing came out. When I lost all hope, everything fell in place (Life, find a new trick to surprise me).
- Time for Summer vacation (pic credit: dreamstime)
So, here I am, marching to Mumbai in the peak of summer with swag and sweat for 15 days, including a weekend in Khandala. Being an excited traveller, I am ready to battle whatever comes my way. My travel list has been increasing, so what if by a whisker. The ticked places include, but not limited to, Ladakh, Dharamshala, Nainital, Shimla, Amritsar, Agra, Mathura & Vrindavan, Jabalpur, Porbandar, Dwarka, Diu, Kerala, Pondicherry, Goa and now Mumbai! If you are rolling your eyes wondering where are international swanky places, then let me tell you freelancers like me don’t travel abroad. They just swoon over the images in Google or watch travel shows.
Welcome to this b’ful world babies!
Now, it’s time for some heart-melting moments. In the last few months, three new souls have blessed my life. One look at them and your heart starts humming the song of life. Talk about pure, pristine and divine love. Meet Yavi, a miracle baby in the literal sense who has brought along with her the magic of unseen, but omnipresent, power of universe. Daughter of one of the closest family friends, she is the youngest and calmest sleeping beauty whom I held in my arms when she was merely 19 days old.
Next is this handsome hunk Kiaan, my four-month-old nephew. He came way ahead of his scheduled time and hence is a born fighter. He fought bravely for what was his destined place on this planet. His smile, which has metamorphosed from sweet to naughty in no time, is already stealing many hearts. I missed meeting him by a few hours but his pictures have been adding loads of love and charm to my life.
The third, eldest of the three, is Angel as I fondly call her. Daughter of one of BFFs, she made a grand entry into our gang of girls. She arrived like a VIP, making us wait for looooooong. She enjoyed playing the waiting game with us even before she was born though the wait was worth every pain and anxiousness. Angel is special because she is making sure to give her mother the same dose of cuteness and craziness that my childish friend is capable of.
Soon, all three will grow up just like the growing tags of my relationships. I am Massi to Kiaan and Angel, and Chachi to Yavi. Aww, when did I become so old. The last I remember is calling someone Maasi and Chachi. Talk about life passing by quickly?