What happens in Vegas…


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You know what life is all about? I may not be the right person to provide you with insights on the secret wonders of life, but like everyone, I have my perspective on life. I think life is a mixed bag of laughter and some tears, some contentment and some greed, some sobriety and some ecstasy. Now you are just being rude! You are thinking, that’s no Einstein formula, we don’t need her to tell us that about life! You are right, but the reason I tell you this is because nobody has a perfect life. What I share on my blogs and my instagram account are just some glorious snippets of my life. We humans are a peculiar race. While we tend to share and declare our happiness to the world, we often falter from sharing the unpleasantaries that life has to offer. I am no different! 

While I have this Eureka moment at 2 am in the morning, I wonder why I am not asleep like the rest of the world(or atleast part of the world) and I comfort myself by thinking sleeping anyway is an utter waste of one’s time! There are so many things you could do if you never slept. You could read, write, watch all those splendid Netflix movies which you somehow never find the time for during the day. 

Oh wait!  There could be a teeny tiny possibility I am awake because I have been awake most nights this past week touring the sin city! Yeah, that seems right. We went to Las Vegas and I have been breaking my head on whether I should blog about Vegas at all. You ask me why? Oh you know, for what happens in Vegas kind of stays in Vegas, doesn’t it? Yeah, that’s lame, I know! 

Las Vegas is a sin city in every way possible. It makes you writhe in guilt for having had too much fun, having spent too much money on gambling and having had too many martinis and margaritas. You enter the city a saint and somehow through no fault of your own, leave the city a sinner! 

With most windows in the city giving you splendid views of almost any part of the world including Paris and New York, one would not really care about not visiting these places for real. Being in Vegas somehow suffices! But we all agree Vegas isn’t Vegas for the views. However though,  the pompous luxury hotels, the eiffel tower, the extravagantly lit bright lights, the joyously dancing fountains are sights you wouldn’t dare to ignore.

I truly believe our vacation turned out so much better since we went with our best friends. We walked the streets of Vegas by the day, we watched the lovely fountains of Bellagio which go splashing and splyaing every half hour after 3 pm, by night we watched a couple of spectacular shows, we gambled a little and went clubbing a little, had trouble sleeping before 4am every night. It somehow felt wrong to be sleeping while the city was jubiliant and celebrating life.

Agreed you need not be good while in Vegas, but you can’t be so bad as to miss a tour to the Grand Canyon while you are there. So we went to the beautiful, spell-binding Grand Canyon. While the journey to the Canyon was tiring and lengthy, the end result was so fruitful. To witness such a beautiful natural wonder which one has a hard time believing isn’t man-made was wonderful. The colors of the magnificent structure are so beautiful and the terrain so intricate and yet so raw that one could gaze at it endlessly. This tour took us an entire day and we returned to our hotel drained and tired, but apparently not tired enough to pass a visit to the casino downstairs😬

You know, if you look at me closely, it is impossible to miss the outline of a halo around my head. I am quite the angel. The sweet little angel in me had me making declarations a week prior to the tour. I declared to my Mr. that Vegas wasn’t my kind of a city and I wouldn’t know what to do there. I hope we never have a conversation on who had more fun, who gambled more and who had more martinis. Forgive me god, for I have sinned 😜

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Sending some pixie dust your way!


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Birthdays and anniversaries have always been a big deal in our household. We make quite a big fuss about them. As our baby turned two this past week, what was constantly on our minds was how we would celebrate his birthday, especially since he knew the Happy Birthday song word-to-word and wouldn’t and couldn’t stop singing the moment he set his eyes on a cake or a candle or a lighter. The glee in his eyes was infectious and his smile quite an epidemic! It had to be special this time and it had to be about him completely, okay, maybe not completely, but it had to be about him in a big way(can you blame me if I enjoyed the “special celebration” as much as he did?)

We had to choose between a celebration at home with some special friends or a get-away vacation. After a great deal of listing out the pros and cons of both options, we decided on the latter. The result was quite a landslide victory, mind you! This might have been partly because of where we decided to go. The party venue was quite simply, DisneyWorld, Florida.

Now this is the point at which I am confused about the kind of blog this has to be. I do not know at this point if I must be a travel blogger or a life blogger. I will try my best to be a bit of both. The cons of a vacation at Florida with a toddler are plenty. The ones topping the list being the humidity at this time of the year and the rides you may not be able to enjoy because your toddler is too young or doesn’t meet the height limit. These being the major bottlenecks, we decided to laboriously dig in for more information for a fool-proof itinerary. We were pleasantly surprised to learn that Disney has a lot to offer for preschoolers and the experience may actually be as good as visiting without a baby, if not better! And as for the humidity,  there was pretty much nothing we could do about it. We did try to stay cool by buying one of those very cute misty fans at the theme park(a very small handheld fan into which you fill water so when the air blows, it’s not just air, but it’s misty air,tada!!) and I also think we spent more on water bottles than we did on meals. Save for these minor hiccups, our vacation was nothing short of a dream come true. We had made reservations at one  of the Disney resorts for our stay, which makes your vacation quite pleasurable with free pick-up and drop off from the airport and also offers innumerable rides to the theme parks from your hotel and back. 

We mainly tried to complete two theme parks in three days. We did the Animal Kingdom and the Magic Kingdom. While I enjoyed the Animal Kingdom more, I have a feeling hubs and Kiddo enjoyed the other better. The Kilimanjaro Safari was a clear winner at the Animal Kingdom, while the Magic Kingdom has numerous rides which would have to tussle for the winning place. Needless to say, what’s to be etched in our memories for a very long time, is the beautiful Cinderella castle which stands tall and looms gracefully from most crevices and corners at the Magic Kingdom.

While kiddo loved meeting Mickey, Minnie and Goofy, we enjoyed some of the spectacular shows Disney had to offer. We did also manage to sneak into a couple scary rides while little one took his afternoon naps. We took turns although I admit I let hubby go first with the pretence of being there for the baby if he ever woke, too ashamed to admit I was being quite the wuss. Apart from the theme parks, DisneyWorld has the beautiful “Disney Springs” which is a place for fashion and recreation. With beautiful boutiques and high-end stores, the place is colorful and vibrant with live music and throngs of very fashionably dressed people enjoying cold beers or an evening stroll. We managed to be here two days in a row, trying to rest our sore feet  with drinks and sumptuous dinner both the days. We also ordered lo’s birthday cake from a lovely French patisserie here, but you will have to see the pic of the beautiful Mickey Character cake to believe how cute it was. The packaging of the cake was so delicate and tasteful that I insisted on holding the package all the way to the room just because I felt quite elegant holding it!

Since we have treaded into my narcissistic territory, I thought I might also tell you a little about what I wore best. I wore this cute little off-shoulder dress with smocked neck finish from Abercrombie and Fitch. 

The tassel earrings being at the helm of fashion must-haves this season, were exorbitantly priced at baublebar, so I just found their cheaper version on Amazon. These red tassels fetched me quite a few compliments and I teamed them with the red bag from Zara. The adorable shoes I am wearing  are also from Zara. Since I have ranted on for quite a few pages, I do think it’s time to stop now. As they say in Disney, I hope you all have a magical week ahead(anybody find that cheesy? Found it annoying when lo was crying hoarse and this store keeper asked me to have a magical evening 🙈)

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Spring, you big show off!


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What is the toughest thing you have had to do as part of growing up? It has been a while since my growing up stopped and growing old began, but THAT is not important now and neither is this that kind of a post! For me, the toughest battle has been making my own decisions. I am bad at that. There have been very few instances in my life where I have been positively sure of what I have wanted for myself without having had to grapple my way around.

Having been a member of the poetry and story writing club at school, I did enjoy writing occasionally, but as it happens, the idea to start blogging itself was not my decision. It has been a year since I started “Butterflies in my Corset” and I recently hit a thousand views, which may not be a momentous event for a few of you out there with perhaps a thousand views on an everyday basis, but believe me when I say, I had trouble sleeping that night, had the most glorious dreams when I  finally managed to doze off and woke up with the biggest smile the following morning. You will not believe the extent of torture my hubs has had to go through on account of my writing. Let’s just say each view on my stat record was followed by a phone call to hubs who desperately tried to convince me that it was not him who has been reading my blogs!

It was hard for me to believe anybody would be interested in reading my ramblings, which sometimes is too full of the weather, the flowers and  romantic nonsense(that’s just citing your opinion). Speaking of which, I keep seeing these beautiful “spring” posts and most of them usually read something like “It’s amazing how I never noticed how beautiful it has been outside” or “we never really appreciate the beauty of spring”. Frankly, I have had trouble appreciating anything else!

Although we still have cold breezy evenings, with the winter behaving like a jilted lover, refusing to fade away completely, I believe they(winter and spring) parted amicably. The world outside has been a burst of colours and taking those long walks are becoming quite a dreamy affair! Have you had trouble noticing the dry ponds fill up or the streams becoming more flowy and gurgly (yeah, they are a bunch of words I just made up). Have you had trouble noticing how the trees outside have bowed down with the sheer weight of the flowers and leaves? If you have taken no notice of these simple pleasures life has to offer, you would probably get along very well with my husband, who couldn’t care less if the trees outside turned pink, purple or even black, as long as the sun came up and didn’t forget to go down at the end of the day.

As it happens, we got into this discussion(hubs and I). He failed to understand what the big deal was. So the world outside is lush, the trees are bloomy, big deal!! I tried to talk some sense into him. This is what I said! Imagine you buy this beautiful pair of shoes or this gorgeous shirt which makes you look your handsomest! You get up excited in the morning, wanting to look your best. You put on all your new stuff, shave off your stubble carefully, splash on your best aftershave, dab on your favourite perfume but not one person notices anything new? Not one person appreciates it(not even your wife 😜). That’s perhaps how it is when the world outside offers you an endless season of beauty and you fail to notice the change. But hey, this is just my perspective. I am quite a promiscuous appreciator of beauty and nature. The next time you see me going crazy will be around fall, but who knows, all you steady minded non-appreciators may not even notice it 😜

My favourite spring pics below, have a look and dare to tell me they are not pretty!

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The Holiday that was!


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Roll your eyes all you want, but even an amateurish writer like me needs to be inspired to write. And today was an inspiration. It was the perfect dreamy day, with a light drizzle. The right kind of springy day with the leaves deciding they have waited long enough to shoot out. The day has however turned into night and I found my inspiration wavering when I decided I could be a writer later, what I needed most was sleep. So sleep we did, all day, mom and son blissfully unaware of the thunder rumbling, rain pouring and Daddy dear creeping in from a hard day at work.
All the way home from London, I kept thinking how I have tasted the forbidden fruit and how difficult it now must be to get back to a life of normalcy knowing there is a place far far away which is even better than I ever dreamed of. For once, I have so many emotions I want to write about, but know not how to begin. These past ten days have been absolutely glorious and so much more fun than I had fathomed. Our boy was at his best behavior and the sun shone most days as if it knew how much it meant for us to have that perfect holiday.
London to me seemed like a city at celebration. A city so classy and old and big, I definitely anticipated it to be busy, but the vibrance of the city took my breath away. While parts of the city seemed to be celebrating the past with its majestic beautiful architecture, certain other seemed to be celebrating the current season with its modern yet beautiful buildings and structures. The new and old blend beautifully and no matter where you go, there are throngs of people trying to get a glimpse of good old London, the city which has something to offer for everyone. 
Often enough, we have heard of the phrase opposites attract and in most cases this is used keeping in mind certain couples who get along like a house on fire despite the different tastes and ideas and interests they share. We are NOT one such couple! We have the same tastes, the same interests, same opinions. While I sometimes think I have been lucky enough to marry my soulmate, there are days when he drives me crazy and I cannot believe I married someone who gives me the perfect reason to believe that football perhaps is far more important in this household than I am. While I have made my peace with it and moved on, I cannot shrug off the feeling that I am turning into quite an Arsenal fan myself and I almost loathed myself for wanting to go to an Arsenal match at the Emirates stadium(Couples who live together do sometimes look and behave similar!). We were however skeptical about taking our toddler to the stadium(it didn’t help that our LO says Arseeenall the moment he sees the logo). Mum and son went to Oxford street with a good friend while Daddy watched Arsenal draw with ManCity. Oxford street offered sights which one may otherwise only witness at a fashion week ramp. No matter what other parts of London celebrate, Oxford street definitely celebrates fashion and nothing but fashion.
To be in London and not do the hop-on/hop-off bus tour is unthinkable. The bus tour was my favorite part of the holiday since it took us to places I had always wanted to visit. The Big Ben and St.Paul’s Cathedral were some of my favorite tours. After four days in London, we moved on to witness the beauty of Edinburgh. While hubby was still dazed from the disbelief of having watched Mr. Wenger at the stadium, I allowed myself to be blown away by the picturesque city. Not knowing where to look and what sights to capture on camera, we just walked and walked, feasting our eyes on the beautiful castle, the lovely landscape, the grey looming towers. If London had made my heart ache with its prettiness, Edinburgh had it pounding.
We finished our ten day tour with a relaxed stay at the Cotswolds. A quintessential part of rural England, the Cotswolds charms all with it’s pretty little stone cottages, the colorful landscapes, the lazily flowing streams, the grazing cattle and it’s pure unspoiled ways. We were lucky to have had our accommodation booking at one of the best inns in the area and I am honest when I say I have never tasted cheese so good or meals so tasty ever before. The snug little inn had the coziest rooms, the most charming dining area and such a welcoming atmosphere. One of the highlights of our stay here was a visit to Shakespeare’s birthplace at Stratford-upon-avon with his home of birth standing proud boasting of its notoriously famous occupant, putting the rest of the houses beside it to shame. 
I do not know if it was too much Shakespeare or too much Ale, our journey back to the inn has definitely been the most unforgettable part of our holiday. Having had our rental car break down, we boarded one of the non-frequent village buses to take us half way through to our inn. About an hour of having boarded off from the bus, we realized we had left our bag with both our phones and ipad on the bus. Left almost technologically handicapped, we turned to the nearest library for help. We will never forget the good old librarians who helped us track the bus route even when it was almost past the library closing time. I will not deny that I had floating images of a certain new red phone making its way into my heart while we waited with bated breath for the bus to return on it’s last ride for the day. But alas, my dream of a brand new phone was shattered when the driver with a glint in his eye, reached out to hand over the bag safely tucked beneath his seat. This little gesture from the old ladies at the library and the driver gave the perfect finishing touches to our perfect little holiday.
Cotswold with it’s unspoiled ways won our hearts and I ended the day slipping a little Thank You note to the old ladies at the library beneath the door. It’s usually not so much how beautiful a place is, it’s how the people are.

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Shakespeare’s birthplace 

Our holiday inn

London Dreams.


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Okay, give this a thought. Have you ever noticed the circumstances under which you set yourself certain rules, resolutions to abide by? Aren’t they mostly when you are overtly overzealous or when you are miserably underwhelmed? Seriously, think about it. You are happy, happy that something you dreamt of came true. What do you do next? You make up your mind to do better, you dare to dream bigger, you let your docile self be pulled into a world of happy dreams and before you know it, you are working hard, playing by the rules you subconsciously set. What if unfortunately it has not been your day or even your week/month? You are a complete mess and desperately want a way out? Even when you are depressed and lying somewhere in a drunken stupor, you may decide to put an end to the misery and strive for a better future, thinking to yourself that things can only get better now, the worst is over. You make a plan, you play by the rules, you dream, you dream big.

We all have dreams, big and small. While a few may remain unfulfilled and broken, a few dreams do come true. I have always been one to dream and have always had trouble letting go of dreams I nurtured, cherished and lovingly held close to my heart. 

Sometimes the dream is so alluring that you set pretty unrealistic rules and  you have a hard time relenting to its failure to conjure. Not too long ago, I set myself such rules too. The dream of having the perfect toddler was too hard to resist. I set rules upon rules. A rule never to play video rhymes, a rule never to bribe him into eating, a rule never to scare him into eating. Our little tyke enjoys his YouTube time so much that I never have the heart to say No to him especially when it makes him sway to his own version of eee-ya-eeeya-ooo. I am also sligtly guilty of how our little one is a tad scared of the vacuum cleaner and how the closet door holding this vacuum cleaner is always slightly ajar right around lunch time!! So many rules broken! Yet, you don’t feel so bad when such dreams don’t really come true, because somewhere along, you always knew these rules were meant to be so.

There was this dream though! A dream to visit this land far far away. This land of love, class and so much history. The land of Jane Austen. To experience the romanticism of romance itself, to walk through the pretty streets where the favorite characters from my books were seemingly once drawn by carriages. To experience the wuthering grey weather, to visit the abbeys, the towers, the cathedrals. These were the dreams, my London Dreams. Needless to say, I had rules here too. To remain undaunted until fulfilled. A rule to have the first big flight abroad to London and nowhere else. I did realize this dream half way through when my flight to the USA had me transit via London, but I am sure you would agree it’s not the same thing 🙈.Today though, my one big tease of a dream is on the brink of being fulfilled. I am not one who usually posts of a travel even before it begins, but what the heck, I am not one who usually goes to London either!

A very happy OOTD with my boarding pass being the main focus here. For those of you wondering, I am not traveling alone. It’s just that I couldn’t lay my hands on Hubby’s pass. I am choosing to be oblivious of a very fascinating cringe fest he is currently attending. It’s not my fault I wasnt invited! 

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Love,Love and more Love.


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Guilty!! Extremely shamefully guilty of neglecting my writing. This is my first post of the year! I have been so busy and so occupied. Do they mean the same thing? It has been one crazy month. My little one has gotten naughtier and I have gotten to be a busier mum. Parenting is hard at times. It can be exhausting being on the watch constantly. I have been yearning some free time, so much that my mind just wandered tonight while I was fixing us some dinner. I let myself wander through the familiar streets of my hometown, smelling the familiar smells from mum’s kitchen only to realise hours later that the dish with my veggies lay on the kitchen counter untouched,uncooked while I opened my pressure cooker to a dish of just water in it! No kidding! 

This past month has been monotonous. Hubby has been away a lot and little one and I have been keeping each other company which has been a trying experience. I have often in this past month thought to myself if I can be medically declared sane. We so often just go with the flow and forget to stop and think if we are doing the right thing, if we are making a difference. No matter how monotonous, it’s important to show we care!

Something funny happened since I last wrote. We were up for an annual health check-up and I got some regular tests done. When it comes to doctors, I must admit, I turn quite reverential. I become quite timid and squeaky. Let’s just say it’s out of respect and NOT fear, mind you! But come on, what kind of a doctor says see you soon at the end of a Pap test?  It might just be a monotonous day for her, but come on!! Some people are really really nervous. I kept replaying the ‘see you soon’ tone in my mind to try and figure if it was a habitual end to the conversation or if there was something unsavory about my test. It was one of the toughest weeks I have had in my life. Every beep of the new  mail in the inbox sent a cold shiver down my spine. 

Speaking of monotone, it’s good to sometimes break away from it. Don’t you think? I have been in a never ending debate with myself trying to decide if breaking away from the monotone would make one a phony? What do you think of it? Let me tell you how. I am all about embracing the change, but would you like a change you weren’t really comfortable with? 

Now just wait and watch how I relate this theory to my wardrobe😂. I can never pretend to be comfortable in something I don’t believe in. I am not the leather jacket type you know! I never was until I laid my eyes on this beautiful BLANKNYC leather jacket. I had it on my wishlist for so long that I could win an award for a product to be on a wishlist for the longest duration ever, if there ever was one such category. I finally caved in and bought me this beauty. And what do you know? There’s absolutely no phoniness while I have it on. I mean, I would like to think I ooze out the edgy vibe even while I have it on with my seat belt safely secured(leather jacket doesn’t always have to mean carefree and irresponsible). 

Anyway, I have had it on a couple of times, but haven’t got the perfect pic yet for an ootd post. Promise to have it by this weekend. Looking forward to a warm cozy weekend, while we waltz towards a lovey dovey love week. Happy Valentine week ahead lovelies!! Hope you all have abundant love in your lives, because love alone is as real as it is intangible.

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Birthday Bliss


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I tried to sober down and act my age when I realized the white speck on my eyebrow was actually a grey hair! Up until that moment, all I could think of was what I would wear for my Birthday or where we would eat, I had not really begun to combat the fear of ageing, but the grey hair had me thinking.

I still have a couple of hours before my Birthday ends. I have had some crazy Birthdays and some nice ones. There was this particular Year when we made a pact not to gift each other(Hubby and I). He wished me at 12’o clock, and I found him empty handed. I went to the kitchen with the pretence of drinking water(thinking he may need time to fish out my gift and place it under the pillow). Thank goodness he knew me too well and had not taken the pact seriously. To this day I deny rummaging through the pillowcase with a purpose(I couldn’t pull off the “accidental” discovery of the gift🙈).

This year was special with our little one getting as far as saying ‘Happy’ in wishing me a Happy Birthday. The weather was thankfully in tandem with my prayers and turned Chiberia into a pleasant place for the day. Chicago had one of the warmest days in a long time and we went out jacket-less!! 

A picture from earlier today, bless LOFT for making Petite clothes, I had given up hopes on finding a pencil skirt that fit me right. 

Hope you all had a merry Christmas. Wish you all a super duper 2017❤❤

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How cute are you?


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Do you have a fall-back thing to fall back on everytime you need a little lift me up? It’s fair to say that more often than not,  we need a little hug, a little encouragement, a little something to make us feel better, to forget the unpleasantness that lurks in every corner of the world. It’s impossible to have a life where there are only happy moments. I am sure you have your thing that lets you unwind, mine is quite simply watching Friends. Yes the same in which Joey cant stop flirting, Monica cant stop being neurotic, Rachel cant stop being pretty, Phoebe can’t be normal, Ross can’t stay away from a divorce and Chandler can’t stop being sarcastic. You think that’s very 90s? It’s old and done with? It’s a falsehood where they are contriving a life of only laughs? Maybe! You could be right, but I don’t care. It works for me. 

The six have stuck with me from a long long time. Attempts were made in the past to break our relationship. People close to me felt jilted when they discovered my proximity to the six I was committed to. But we got past that and I got busy building my own life away from the virtual one I lived with the six. Yet, they comfort me even now. I am always midway through my Friends reruns any day of the year, any year of my life. 

Only yesterday I watched the episode where Chandler and Joey take Ben out in an attempt to appear cute to the opposite sex. This got me thinking. Do you ladies out there find a man with babies extremely cute? I have asked myself the very question and I honestly don’t know how I feel about it. I have only so far seen husbands and wives with their babies and that’s pretty much an everyday occurrence. Maybe it’s the men with the babies sans the wives which earns the cute points. I really have got to pay attention when I go mall trotting. But at the  same time I wonder, have I noticed hubby being far too pleased with himself everytime he goes out with our little boy on his own? Man!! I have got to pay attention! 

While we have the man-issue sorted, isn’t it unfair that a woman with a baby just about fetches the opposite reaction? I am not being a remonstrant mum, but the truth is, the moment a mum is out with her baby, the world wakes up to the fact that babies are cuteness personified!

The world is certainly a funny place. While I give you this debatable topic to think about,click here for my latest instagram pic with my little one who is blissfully unaware of the kind of world he is growing up in. He doesn’t care whether the world thinks him cute or not, all he cares about at the moment is chomping on that straw. Our LO is such a brat when nobody is watching him. It’s nothing short of a miracle that we got through this meal without having the plates broken. When we have company though, he is close to perfection. He is so perfect that he sets all scrutiny at defiance. Now that’s what I call being cute, don’t you?

Black Friday Aftermath!!


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I feel blue! It’s not a post where I bombard you with pictures of me wearing blue and smiling like a maniac. Frankly, I might as well say I feel black! It’s the withdrawal symptom of too much Black Friday shopping. For the past week or so, I have been behaving like a woman possessed! Possessed by a devil who not only wore high-end Prada, but dint mind wearing anything as long as it came at a good discounted price 😬

I always pride myself in taking the bad news first and the good later. I savor my desserts at the very end of my meal, I am not one to rush through my main course to get to the dessert. I am a patient woman. This year though my poor baby witnessed a mama who checked her promotions folder far too many times a day than necessary, a mama who was mentally calculating which store got her the best deals all through the day. Let’s just say our little one has bonded better with his father, finding mama a little too busy staring into space.

Checking multiple sites got me so exhausted that we din’t actually step out for the big black Friday shopping at all. It doesn’t really matter whether there is a deal or not, if you want to shop, you shop. Monday to Sunday, be it black, red or yellow! Before you start feeling too sorry for me, let me tell you,I did manage to bag in a couple of amazing online deals on some cozy sweaters and winter wear for my little munchkin.

Hope you all got some amazing new finds too.

I should hopefully be back soon with a new post feeling blue again, only next time though, definitely wearing the blue sweater which the tracking site says is on its way!!!

Have a lovely Sunday😊

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A city with a profound history, a city that brings to life a dreamer’s imagination, a city which has the most interesting stories to tell. Yes, it is the city of Washington,D.C. Hubby and I had been trying to find the perfect place for a small vacation from months and we both wanted to explore DC given its rich history and we did just that this weekend.

DC had me at first sight! At touch down, I couldn’t help but notice what a stark difference it was to our own Chicago. DC is lush!! I was lucky to have found a window seat and to have witnessed a breathtaking sunset just as we were landing and I got luckier when our little one decided to sleep all through the flight. Talking of window seats, I never seem to be able to understand those people who shut their windows tight and doze off, or even worse, have their windows open and yet snooze?? Okay, you think they are frequent travelers and are used to the splendor below? Really? Even then,I could never NEVER do that. Flying never loses its allure to me and I do not think there has ever been a day same as another since the time the world was created. Let’s now however move on to a cup of some sort of new drink and stop sipping from my favorite cup of tea. Although I am tempted to tell you how adventurous a start we had to the holiday with us forgetting little one’s diaper bag at home and going straight to shop at DC or seeing a plane which caught fire at O’Hare, I will not do so. Lets go straight to the National Mall on Saturday!

The National Mall here is quite the paradox! It is not a shopping mall. It’s where you must go to witness the beauty of DC . It is where all the memorials, monuments and museums are. The epic Lincoln memorial, the National Monument and the Capitol are aligned in a straight line, at a distance of 1 mile exact from each other with the war memorials and museums on either side. I was always amazed by the giant sculpture of Abraham Lincoln when I saw it in movies or pictures, but to actually see it in person was a beautiful experience. If it hadn’t been for the thronging people around me, I might have been a little spooked by the stern look of Abe with his left hand clenched in a fist and his overpowering gaze which seems to follow you to every corner of the great memorial building. Every word of the great orator’s famous eloquent speech is etched on the wall of this beautiful memorial architecture.

After bidding adieu to Abe, we walked to the Korean war memorial. This memorial was one of my favorites. The sculptures of the soldiers from the Korean war which killed more than 54000 US soldiers leave you heavy-hearted and I cannot promise you that they may not appear in your bleak dreams in the night, leaving you haunted with the look in their young innocent eyes. The Vietnam war  memorial which we visited next had the same effect on us with thousands and thousands of names of the men and women who lost their lives or went missing in the war inscribed on the walls made of black granite which were imported from Bangalore, India. I wondered how gruesome it must have been to witness such a massive loss of lives when just looking at so many names on the walls leaves you feeling dejected.

We waddled along next making our way through the crunchy fall leaves on the ground to the National Museum of American History which kept us hooked with stories of the American presidents and a wide display of the dresses the first ladies wore and the china they used. The security guard at this museum surely gave me strange looks when he caught me running back to admire Jackie Kennedy’s dress every five minutes. I have always harboured a fascination for her and her off-shoulder silk gown in pale yellow was clearly the highlight of my evening.We ended our tour to the mall with the Capitol Hill which lived up to our expectations. The majestic architecture basking in the balmy sun with the bright blue sky above certainly did not disappoint us.

Our visit to the Arlington Cemetery at Virginia on Sunday was disrupted by the Marine Corps Marathon which had close to 30,000 people running enthusiastically. With this sudden change of schedule we decided to tour the Holocaust museum which we had initially decided against given its atrocious background. We finished just in time for our flight in the evening. Washington DC has so many stories to tell that we left with a promise to return someday to explore each one of it’s museums, to walk around the beautiful Arlington Cemetry, to stroll in the neighborhood of Georgetown. As our flight took off at twilight, I looked down at this beautiful city one last time with its proud monuments which has an important message for all, that Freedom is not Free.

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