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  • Always busy fixing my own imperfections ☺️ #shaaditales
  • Always busy fixing my own imperfections ☺️ #shaaditales

  •  165  8  5 November, 2019
  • I'm an early morning lover and an early AM flight choice didn't seem different either. 
There was a swarm of people at the entrance, almost like when some fest is on. I got down the cab and was walking to the entry gate and lo what beheld me was garbage strewn around. Empty bottles, plastic packets, left over food eeeks I was utterly disgusted. 
It's not to say I haven't seen this in our country but I definitely didn't hope to find it at Mumbai's international airport, a place I always admired for its cleanliness, upkeep and art. 
Of course the feasting people around were to blame. 
At this moment, I was furious and agitated. I spew a list of expletives in my head at our country, the country men, me having to be born in here and so on. Thanks to technology and life partners with listening ears part of the rant went through messages to. 
I entered the airport. The airline I was on had 7 counters open and only three had any passengers. So of course, waiting in queue went out of question. I had done a web check only coz I got a 'free' window seat and also in the initial rows. The staff at the check in greeted me. Considering the mood I was in I didn't hear it and excused him to repeat. This time he said it a lil louder and with a wide smile. I responded back with a half grin. I took a mental note of how greetings should actually be exchanged. 
The level of frustration had reduced but not disappeared. In that state I walked in a wrong direction though quickly realized and reached the right gate. I had enough time in hand to finish a few pages of a book or complete some pending #shaaditales. But, for that frame of mind mindlessly scrolling twitter seemed to be the best support. 
Entering the airplane, I had decided to utilise the time to sleep peacefully. However, we plan A and B happens. The turbulence shook the sleep out of me. 
I was fidgety. In some time, as the flight went higher I looked out of the window, the clouds splashed with mighty colours of red, streaks of orange and endless rays of pink stunned me. I sat transfixed simply staring at the beauty. The changing colors of the sky were subtly changing my feelings too. (continued in comments)
  • I'm an early morning lover and an early AM flight choice didn't seem different either.
    There was a swarm of people at the entrance, almost like when some fest is on. I got down the cab and was walking to the entry gate and lo what beheld me was garbage strewn around. Empty bottles, plastic packets, left over food eeeks I was utterly disgusted.
    It's not to say I haven't seen this in our country but I definitely didn't hope to find it at Mumbai's international airport, a place I always admired for its cleanliness, upkeep and art.
    Of course the feasting people around were to blame.
    At this moment, I was furious and agitated. I spew a list of expletives in my head at our country, the country men, me having to be born in here and so on. Thanks to technology and life partners with listening ears part of the rant went through messages to.
    I entered the airport. The airline I was on had 7 counters open and only three had any passengers. So of course, waiting in queue went out of question. I had done a web check only coz I got a 'free' window seat and also in the initial rows. The staff at the check in greeted me. Considering the mood I was in I didn't hear it and excused him to repeat. This time he said it a lil louder and with a wide smile. I responded back with a half grin. I took a mental note of how greetings should actually be exchanged.
    The level of frustration had reduced but not disappeared. In that state I walked in a wrong direction though quickly realized and reached the right gate. I had enough time in hand to finish a few pages of a book or complete some pending #shaaditales. But, for that frame of mind mindlessly scrolling twitter seemed to be the best support.
    Entering the airplane, I had decided to utilise the time to sleep peacefully. However, we plan A and B happens. The turbulence shook the sleep out of me.
    I was fidgety. In some time, as the flight went higher I looked out of the window, the clouds splashed with mighty colours of red, streaks of orange and endless rays of pink stunned me. I sat transfixed simply staring at the beauty. The changing colors of the sky were subtly changing my feelings too. (continued in comments)

  •  52  5  30 July, 2019
  • This is my most favorite moment from my shaadi. Where one favorite man of my life handed me over to another favorite man of mine. My abbu has been the biggest strength all my life always pushing me to reach my potential, always making sure that i fly, always hoping that i wont ever quit no matter how difficult it is. Men, who make their daughters not only dream but help them to achieve it by being their support system. Abbu was one of them. And i always saw him saying "alhamdulillah" even when he had nothing. This qanaa'at, shukarguzari and humbleness made me love him even more and you know what, he was a perfect husband at home.. Always helping ammi with whatever he could do with the domestic chores. Not only with ammi, also offered help to his bahu's. And never felt inferior to work with us in the kitchen whenever he could. I always thought such men dont exist anymore, till I found my guy. He is such a kind guy and helps me with whatever ways he can. Not to mention that perfect cup of tea at the breakfast that he makes for both of us. I often tell him im being #SpoiltInSusral and he just smiles a way that melts my heart a million times! Mashallah :) Favorite men- Not because they are a part of my life but because they see me as an individual and value my dreams and hold my hand when i want to quit, they tell me to FLY and make sure my dreams become reality.

Kuchh aur maangna meray maslak mei'N kuf'r hai,
Laa apna haath dey meray dast-e-sawal mein! 
#ShaadiTales #FizzKiShaadi #Instagood
  • This is my most favorite moment from my shaadi. Where one favorite man of my life handed me over to another favorite man of mine. My abbu has been the biggest strength all my life always pushing me to reach my potential, always making sure that i fly, always hoping that i wont ever quit no matter how difficult it is. Men, who make their daughters not only dream but help them to achieve it by being their support system. Abbu was one of them. And i always saw him saying "alhamdulillah" even when he had nothing. This qanaa'at, shukarguzari and humbleness made me love him even more and you know what, he was a perfect husband at home.. Always helping ammi with whatever he could do with the domestic chores. Not only with ammi, also offered help to his bahu's. And never felt inferior to work with us in the kitchen whenever he could. I always thought such men dont exist anymore, till I found my guy. He is such a kind guy and helps me with whatever ways he can. Not to mention that perfect cup of tea at the breakfast that he makes for both of us. I often tell him im being #SpoiltInSusral and he just smiles a way that melts my heart a million times! Mashallah :) Favorite men- Not because they are a part of my life but because they see me as an individual and value my dreams and hold my hand when i want to quit, they tell me to FLY and make sure my dreams become reality.

    Kuchh aur maangna meray maslak mei'N kuf'r hai,
    Laa apna haath dey meray dast-e-sawal mein!
    #ShaadiTales #FizzKiShaadi #Instagood

  •  85  3  16 May, 2018
  • What is a classy jora? Which survives a bad marriage, 10 years, numerous fashion overhauls, reflects who you are. And you fit in them better than you did at 27. #shaaditales
  • What is a classy jora? Which survives a bad marriage, 10 years, numerous fashion overhauls, reflects who you are. And you fit in them better than you did at 27. #shaaditales

  •  20  9  5 January, 2017

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  • I'm an early morning lover and an early AM flight choice didn't seem different either. 
There was a swarm of people at the entrance, almost like when some fest is on. I got down the cab and was walking to the entry gate and lo what beheld me was garbage strewn around. Empty bottles, plastic packets, left over food eeeks I was utterly disgusted. 
It's not to say I haven't seen this in our country but I definitely didn't hope to find it at Mumbai's international airport, a place I always admired for its cleanliness, upkeep and art. 
Of course the feasting people around were to blame. 
At this moment, I was furious and agitated. I spew a list of expletives in my head at our country, the country men, me having to be born in here and so on. Thanks to technology and life partners with listening ears part of the rant went through messages to. 
I entered the airport. The airline I was on had 7 counters open and only three had any passengers. So of course, waiting in queue went out of question. I had done a web check only coz I got a 'free' window seat and also in the initial rows. The staff at the check in greeted me. Considering the mood I was in I didn't hear it and excused him to repeat. This time he said it a lil louder and with a wide smile. I responded back with a half grin. I took a mental note of how greetings should actually be exchanged. 
The level of frustration had reduced but not disappeared. In that state I walked in a wrong direction though quickly realized and reached the right gate. I had enough time in hand to finish a few pages of a book or complete some pending #shaaditales. But, for that frame of mind mindlessly scrolling twitter seemed to be the best support. 
Entering the airplane, I had decided to utilise the time to sleep peacefully. However, we plan A and B happens. The turbulence shook the sleep out of me. 
I was fidgety. In some time, as the flight went higher I looked out of the window, the clouds splashed with mighty colours of red, streaks of orange and endless rays of pink stunned me. I sat transfixed simply staring at the beauty. The changing colors of the sky were subtly changing my feelings too. (continued in comments)
  • I'm an early morning lover and an early AM flight choice didn't seem different either.
    There was a swarm of people at the entrance, almost like when some fest is on. I got down the cab and was walking to the entry gate and lo what beheld me was garbage strewn around. Empty bottles, plastic packets, left over food eeeks I was utterly disgusted.
    It's not to say I haven't seen this in our country but I definitely didn't hope to find it at Mumbai's international airport, a place I always admired for its cleanliness, upkeep and art.
    Of course the feasting people around were to blame.
    At this moment, I was furious and agitated. I spew a list of expletives in my head at our country, the country men, me having to be born in here and so on. Thanks to technology and life partners with listening ears part of the rant went through messages to.
    I entered the airport. The airline I was on had 7 counters open and only three had any passengers. So of course, waiting in queue went out of question. I had done a web check only coz I got a 'free' window seat and also in the initial rows. The staff at the check in greeted me. Considering the mood I was in I didn't hear it and excused him to repeat. This time he said it a lil louder and with a wide smile. I responded back with a half grin. I took a mental note of how greetings should actually be exchanged.
    The level of frustration had reduced but not disappeared. In that state I walked in a wrong direction though quickly realized and reached the right gate. I had enough time in hand to finish a few pages of a book or complete some pending #shaaditales. But, for that frame of mind mindlessly scrolling twitter seemed to be the best support.
    Entering the airplane, I had decided to utilise the time to sleep peacefully. However, we plan A and B happens. The turbulence shook the sleep out of me.
    I was fidgety. In some time, as the flight went higher I looked out of the window, the clouds splashed with mighty colours of red, streaks of orange and endless rays of pink stunned me. I sat transfixed simply staring at the beauty. The changing colors of the sky were subtly changing my feelings too. (continued in comments)

  •  52  5  30 July, 2019
  • The 'kalirey' that a Himachali bride wears are made of dried coconut and 'makhaane.' The reason behind this tradition is that in olden days, it would take days or even weeks for a bride to travel from her home to the groom's house, and since she might feel shy asking strangers (her new relatives or even her new husband) for food if she felt hungry, she could always snack on these tidbits on the way.

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  • The 'kalirey' that a Himachali bride wears are made of dried coconut and 'makhaane.' The reason behind this tradition is that in olden days, it would take days or even weeks for a bride to travel from her home to the groom's house, and since she might feel shy asking strangers (her new relatives or even her new husband) for food if she felt hungry, she could always snack on these tidbits on the way.

    #indianwedding #indianfashion #indianbeauty #indianjewelry #desi #desiwedding #desigirl #shaadi #shaadiseason #shaaditales #marriage #greatindianwedding #himachal #himachali #himachalpradesh #pahari #kalirey #bangles #accessories #bride #indianbride #bridal #instabride #instalike #instalove #instagood #instadaily #thursdaythoughts

  •  56  4  30 June, 2016