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I'm done with this place, after all these years :) I was this opinionated, starry-eyed twit with a buttload of dreams of becoming a writer (because of the feedback I got on the stuff I wrote here) and very few fears. Now I'm older and less naive and super cynical and too different from the girl who used to write Confessions of the Chocolate Obsessed to stay on here. It doesn't make sense

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Source What a weekend it was. Ammu said we meet to part, and every parting is painful, and left for home, I love how much that makes sense. Then I walked around in the hot sun, intending to go to one place and ending up in another altogether. I ate SO so much, got tipsy, met my people, had our usual conversations, picked each other up, took pictures, ate skillet cookies in the middle of

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My 75 yo grandmother got a clean chit of physical and mental health from a doctor yesterday, despite being a long-standing diabetic who doesn't actively do much to cut down her indirect glucose consumption. I haven't yet decided whether I believe in a higher power but these are the moments I feel like looking upward and thanking someone. I only wish the same good health gene is mixed up in my

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Source Have you heard of labneh? It is Middle Eastern, stupidly easy to make (I make it regularly, that should tell you something), stays in the fridge for ages (okay, about a couple of weeks), very versatile (you can make it spicy, plain, salty, garlicky, peppery; it can be used as a dip, spread, whatever), and is clean-eating friendly too (sorta high in protein, relatively low

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I woke up this morning, dreaming of my Appu (grandpa). I was putting together a plate of dosa and sambhar for his lunch, Ammu (grandma) giving me instructions on what to put where (because Appu is very particular) and telling me to take it to him before it gets cold. I go hand him the plate, he takes it grumpily (because, as always, SOMETHING is not perfect), and sit by his side.  Then

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Lets do this.

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January was a tornado of great food and random conversations (family came to stay with me) but well-disciplined and focused (if you know me at all, you'll know why this is both funny and super impressive) - I absolutely slayed my resolutions throughout the month with pretty decent progress. February was truly a goddamn blur, it has passed by before I could say bananahammock and I didn't do

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ISBN: 154204796X Pages: 334 Published: 2017 You know what I did? Something blasphemous to a reading purist. I peeked.  20% into the book I peeked at the last few pages to find out who did it. And you know what else? I don’t regret it. Neither did it ruin the book for me because I’d already pretty much guessed who it was, considering this book followed the same pattern as its

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ISBN: 1503948706 Pages: 335 Published: 2017 This is a typical mystery/thriller; a lawyer struggling to cope with the hand she was dealt, aided and abetted by a PI, decides to defend the 'little guy' who everyone thinks murdered his girlfriend brutally. Also, a quick search on Goodreads tells me, the book is the first of a series. YAY! 1) The lead and her background are

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I have very vivid, very detailed dreams; some terrifying, some good, but mostly very weird. They usually have nothing to do with what's happening in my life and I remember most of them afterward in as much detail.  This has been the case for as long as I can remember, so I thought it was about time I documented some of them here (so that I can embarrass myself sufficiently). Here

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.... quoting my brother here.  Have yourselves a productive, conscious, happy, healthy 2018, okay? 

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 "Sometimes, sambhar is just a distant dream" ft. idli and molaga podi Linking to Wordless Wednesdays

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Source I woke up this fine Monday to @themoodyvegan on Instagram sharing this article. I try to cocoon myself in ignorance for all the reasons I've mentioned here but this, I wasn't able to click away from.    I've been a voluntary ovalacto vegetarian (I don't eat meat but I do eat eggs+dairy) for more than a decade now because it felt horrible to me that an animal was

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If we were having coffee, I'd tell you I'm three books behind on my Goodreads challenge and I'm worried I won't be able to reach my goal before the year ends. I know I'll beat myself up if I don't, but I'm also pep-talking myself into accepting that its okay to not have a perfect number, its okay to not have done EVERYTHING, so that I don't end up reading trash simply as a means to an end.

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I’m a very firm believer in people doing what they want with their lives and in their bedrooms, it is absolutely no one else’s business. Of course, that they must be consenting adults who are not harming anyone or anything else, goes without saying. Which is precisely why I was firmly on the fence about the Milind Soman drama. In the wake of the Weinstein storm, I have been forced to

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OMGOMGCHRISHEMSWORTH+IDRISAELBAINONEFRAME *fans self* Source Source Okay, now that I have gotten that out of my system, let's talk Thor: Ragnarok. Right off the bat, let me make it clear that I love superhero movies but I haven't read ANY amount of comics to qualify as an educated commentator on these storylines and their placement in the multiverse. I watch them as (sort-of) standalones

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So I did the Dewey’s 24-hour Readathon this year (October 20-21, 2017), considering it was my first ever readathon of any sort (and one that I actually completed), I’m excited enough to blog about it :P I found out about it through Shantala’s post earlier this year and wanted to be part of the April edition. But scatterbrain that I am, I completely forgot till the last possible minute

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Anybody here?   I’m surprised you stuck around, thanks for that 😊  Source Yes, I’m alive. No, I did not lose the password and forget I have a blog.  Yes, I feel suitably guilty about not blogging here.    I always used to dismiss writers’ block as writers’ excuse for being lazy but, boy oh boy, did it turn out to be real. And supremely debilitating.

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When a butterfly flaps its wings in Gaffney, it sets off a tornado in 1600, Pennsylvania Avenue.  Source House of Cards Season 5 Premiere - The Homecoming Of Terror  [Mild spoilers ahead. Also written under the assumption that you have watched the preceding seasons because, of course, you aren't going to start at S05E01, are you?] It’s always been interesting to watch

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Possibly the most painful thing about being in love and being loved back is not knowing where the lines are. You fit together, you make things work, you have fun, and you fight a lottle. But where are the lines? You think there aren’t any but you’re kidding yourself… push hard enough and you’ll find them. Then, once you discover that such lines exist, you’ll wonder where the boundaries

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Statutory Warning: Rant ahead.  I watched Hacksaw Ridge, Moonlight, and Deepwater Horizon back to back and couldn't shake off the feeling that all three highlight the supreme stupidity and selfishness of the human race. Or is it just me?  Let me explain.  Hacksaw Ridge - War is SUCH a pointless exercise. Then AND now. And probably always will be. SO MANY GODDAMN

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Behind Closed Doors Pages: 351 This book truly creeped the fuck out of me. And gave me nightmares for a week because I was still obsessing over it. The only problem: I get low self-esteem as a reason for a character’s actions but it wasn’t really convincing in this plot and I kept telling her THERE. WARNING BELL RIGHT THERE, YOU COW. Ending was kinda, sorta predictable but the writing

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I hope you know what kind of lasting damage those paragraphs you wrote (in a fit of anger and later deleted) had on my life.  

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