Floating thoughts!

'If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies'  At 30 I still look forward to those moments which gives me butterflies. 2 years ago on this day, I head to airport with the 2yr old baby in my arms dreading to take the 16hr journey all by ourselves. Given the only abroad trip I had ever made to in life was Thailand on work with the whole team (Yes, it was purely official trip and I did not watch any strip shows) After 2 years, now when I look back, I am thankful that my husband introduced us to this life. The first few months or 1st year was spent crying my heart out, guilt ridden habits and confessions, suicidal thoughts and urge to give up on marriage and rush back to India.  Now I am thankful that I tackle my emotions slightly better than the past 29years. I also realised your career is not location dependent if you are determined and never stop aiming for that dream to come true, no matter if others call it delusion. I am in a happy place. People

This post is very close to my heart. Initially I thought I should write about us, about women, about appreciating being a woman! However every time I post a pic or a staus, many like them, few comment on them and few even text me to say they are happy for me and  how perfect my life is. Well sorry to burst the bubble, my life has never been perfect. Yes, I have been on exotic holidays, moved abroad, dress up everyday as if I am will be walking on the ramp any moment. But, its not hunky dory life. Apart from my childhood, which I would say was no less than nightmares at times, it contributed to what I am today. No, I wouldn't discuss my trauma and attribute everything to it and cry my heart out. My hardship days as a kid was a reason I wanted to be a strong headed woman, yes I did attempt and I am still not sure if I ever could be tagged under that title. Before you start pitying, I should tell you guys that majority of my friends have been through a phase which would be term

Its been more than 6 months I logged into this blog. However the title is a wish list I recently added after an outburst on the house chores. Have you ever wondered why we refer to words like 'Help'  'Supportive' 'Lucky' when a man does the work at home. No I am not referring ti Ki and Ka kind of situation. I am referring to those mundane chores that await at home after a long day at work. Washing utensils, stacking books, making beds, vacuuming home and so on. Yes, there are chores which kicks you into reality when you come home after closing a sales call, or getting that dream promotion you had an eye for, or you are too drunk and invite people top crash at your place.  The same chores accomplished by a woman never is appreciated, because its routine. THATS WHAT WOMEN DO! Or like my mom says, 'Oh, come on, men already have so much to worry outside the house, the least you can do is to give him some peace at home'.  I was brought up with this thou

New year's eve may be over rated but I shamelessly accept I am on the list of their target when they promote parties, getaways and other frills. Since I believe 1st of every year is a glimpse of how you will be spending the rest of the year, I ensure I plan my New Year's eve and 1st of January meticulously. (I just pass a vague idea to my husband who comes out with perfect plan to execute it). 2015 has been wonderful to us with moving away from country and taking few risks. It all started when I wanted a New Year being away from the dreadful winter of Dublin and we chose Turkey as our destination. As per weather reports few months back it should have been +5-6degrees of what Dublin had to offer. Fortunately the weather gods were not pleased and instead we were welcomed with 5-7inch snow in Istanbul. S is very particular of where we stay, he ensures we travel less during holidays and enjoy more in the vicinity of our stay. We carefully chose the hotel next to the