Goal: Talk to someone I haven’t spoken to a while for 21st May I spoke to one of my best best friends after years. I can’t remember when we last spoke on the phone before this, and it’s close to nine years since we last met. Last I remember of him was he and his cousin leaving… Continue reading Smiles, from miles away
Goal: Eat a new cuisine for 19th May. On 19th May, we went to Samarkand. For lunch we were served Uzbeki food made without meat. Along with their delightful bread, the obi-non, we were served plov – which is much the same as Pulau (the Indian rice dish) but with more oil than I’d like, something… Continue reading Uzbeki Vegetarian?
Goal: Swim for 17th May I had to alter this goal. I intended to take a dip in the swimming pool of our hotel – City Palace in Tashkent. When I went to enquire about the pool timings etc., the receptionist referred to another man – maybe her boss – who said something to her… Continue reading When in drought
Completed Goal: Spa Day for 13th May Friday. After dropping Barima and Simba at my aunt’s, my mom and I had time and opportunity to head to the beauty parlour. Leaving my old granny alone at home is out of the question, although I have left Simba alone in my room many times. In case… Continue reading Spa-la-la-la
It has been sixteen days since I wrote that dark post. I did not mean to delay writing this much, but I guess I am very bad at sticking to goals and routine. Not that I have not been completing some of the goals in the meantime! Of those sixteen days, five were spent in… Continue reading Resuming
This is the question that is bothering me currently. Who cares? Who reads my blog? Who gives a inch of breathe to read about how I fare in my life and my goals? Who cares whether I complete my goals? I guess I might be using this excuse to give up on the 30-day challenge.… Continue reading Who Cares?
Goal # 6 for 6th May: Organise Desk Truth be told, this goal is not yet fully complete. I have indeed cleaned the dust and Simba’s hair from everything on the desk, and I sorted out what was meant to be kept and threw out what was no longer in use or of use. But,… Continue reading bouquets of sharpened pencils