WordPress looked new. Has the app been updated recently? Well, maybe not! I wouldn’t know even if it were updated years ago, know why? It’s simply because I haven’t written in years. Well maybe a year, not years! Are you thinking, who does she think she is? That she can come waltzing around any time and then expect us to read her ramblings? No? You genuinely have been wondering what happened to the girl who thought she was a writer and then midway found herself to be a fashion blogger? What’s with this word? Fashion blogger?
My husband sees the hashtag and then asks me, okay I see the hashtag on your pic, but where’s the blog? ( while I give him the eye-roll, I would like to tell you all that’s precisely why I stopped using the word in my posts!) But you know what he’s going to be saying now? ‘Why bring me up in each one of your social media posts?’ Or maybe he will say nothing. The one thing I know from years of marriage is, he has now officially resigned to his fate!
Okay so these past months, I have mostly been a reader. I have read tonnes of books, I have lost a couple of pounds from being a sort of gym freak(someone told me today I look like my son’s sister, which I vehemently believe has nothing to do with being shockingly petite). If a bracket within a bracket were allowed, I would tell you ‘petite’ is the word, you don’t call someone short(and my mathematically enlightened friends, stop telling me a bracket within a bracket is allowed! )
I have also been active on Twitter and instagram. Instagram which took away most of my productive hours in a day while I was refreshing the app to see how many likes and comments I have gathered on a pic and twitter which begins as something you need to read up to have a wholesome awareness, but somehow ends up in a riveting, inexorable division of Bollywood stars being pro or anti government. Now don’t go about telling me it’s only because of the kind of people I follow!
We also did a lavish vacation this year. We went to Spain and Portugal. I should have done a blogpost about these two places ages ago, all I remember now is, what places my boy had a meltdown(yes we were brave enough to vacay with a tot) (vacay being another millennial word I despise, but nevertheless use) and thank goodness the Portuguese eat rice! I did the brackets wrong, din’t I?
So rice, yes, that’s a staple at home and one thing I detest about traveling is not being able to eat rice and rasam. The Portuguese have a delicious rice dish, which is a little garlicky and tastes divine. I did not like the Spanish food, nope I do not like potatoes in my omelette and no I do not eat churros for breakfast, thank you! Apart from these few hiccups, I swear my fealty to the vacation gods is intact. I enjoyed the trip, the colorful streets, the zillion castles and the gazillion Zara stores at every bend of the road(yep, not exaggerating). Zara stores are the most vivid of my memories from the trip and my boy’s fondest memory is miniature kinder joy eggs(which we smartly ensured him were confined only to the Iberian region).
I think I chuckled too loud. It’s almost time for my workout. Speaking of which, I have had a few asking me about my fitness regime. I wish I had a regime I could blog about, but apart from running as if being chased by a dog, I do a bit of weights and nothing elaborate or fancy. Running tires me out, but it also elates me in a way no other regime could. I do come home tired, cranky and sore and all hell breaks lose if my boys as much as utter a word about eating something besides fruits and nuts for breakfast(I mean, hasn’t anyone heard about healthy eating? Am I the only one bothered about eating right and keeping a healthy balance?😜) The spell lasts only until I have a steaming cup of coffee, so we are smart not to wage a war before my kapi time!
So this is me so far! What I have in store for the rest of 2019 is not something I am looking forward to! I have to plow through hundreds of pages of IT books to pass a series of gruelling certification exams. Pity they don’t speak of love, romance or Prada. Okay, hitting the gym now, I have got to concentrate on my arms today. Apart from stealthy peeks to the immediate neighbour’s speed and inclination and wondering what their playlist must be like(it’s a wonder I have lost weight to Jagjit Singh gazals), I do not let my attention waver! Alright then, signing off, cannot let people know I have a son!