Tea Party (2)
One of the activities which makes me feel most elegant and graceful is an old fashioned tea party. Be it an extravagant affair at the sea lounge or a private tea party at home. Something about the classic tea party feels Très Chic to me. Even when I was a little girl, I had a white ceramic tea set with pink flowers on it, and I’d gather up all my dolls and play hostess, Some of my favorite childhood moments have been with imaginary tea.
One of my best memories of an actual tea party (with real tea and people) was when I visited Bombay. On a sunny January afternoon, we strolled around Colaba followed by a lavish High Tea at the Sea Lounge at the iconic Taj Mahal Hotel, where we chose from a variety of teas (or coffees or other beverages), and tried an assortment of snacks like scones, pastries, chaat, and other savory snacks, till we put ourselves into a food coma, while over looking the gateway and enjoying the colonial treat that is the Taj.
Other more humble memories are having tea parties at home, with some store bought cookies (when I don’t have over my friends/cousins who bake), and fresh sandwiches, and of course a variety of teas to choose from.
Its all about making the best memories, with the best of your friends, and naturally good tea. Of course some yummy snacks never hurt anyone.
Until next time, enjoy yourself!
I’m not one for diets, but latest dietary fad, and one which I am completely on board with is “cold pressed juices”. No added sugars, no heat, no processing, no added preservatives just plain old fruit crushed (or cold pressed) into a juice. A win-win for the lazy lot (ahem!) and it feels “healthy”, like you know you’re doing something great for your body.
Like yoga in a bottle.
Of course, there are many many fruit and vegetable options, but my favorite one is the classic OJ. Its sunshiny goodness feels refreshing on a summer day. I know it probably feels like a LOT of talk for good old OJ. But when you make an actual effort to eat clean, it deserves to be acknowledged.
*OMG* My biggest revelation at this moment is, I know exactly how Vegans feel.
Until next time, eat clean and train dirty.
The most comforting sight to me is a steaming cup of coffee/wine (depending on how rough the day has been) and a good book.
When life gets too mundane, and a people get a little too rude, I find my nook, fix myself a cup and escape into the pages of my book. Perhaps there’s a reason why I sometimes prefer fiction to reality.
Until next time, happy reading!
Some writers are so good that they write a simple line which instantly makes you choke up. Sometimes old scars which are long healed (or so we thought) rupture open, and let all the pain flood out, with nothing more than a simple string of words. Nothing fancy, no fluff. Just simple words that get straight to the heart.
As a reader, I feel the pain. Oh the delicious damned pain.
As a writer, I hope to be so impactful.
As a human being, I relate completely.
For now, that’s enough. To read something and know that we are not all alone in the way we feel.