A Moody Swing

There is no reason why she is doing what she is doing, but she is doing it anyway.
Much like the whirlpool of her many moods.

When she is not being a total nuisance and destroying perfectly aligned patterns and cutlery, she is too busy being grumpy.

Why? Because she doesn't know.
Because she looked up at the sky one night and saw a shooting star but couldn't think of anything to wish for.
Because she has a good man who loves her in a way she dint think she would ever be loved.
Because she has too many secrets she can't keep track of.
Because she could have been Harry potter, but bargained for JK Rowling and hard back covers instead.
Because she likes to mourn in a room crowded with happy people.
Because she misses the sweet sound of landlines and cycle bells.
Because she talks to her dad too often but words don't come out.
Because she wants to take home every dog passing her by, but she doesn't know where home really is.
Because she falls in love with people with raging frequency but never wants to know their name.
Because a kind face smiled at her in the subway, exactly the way her reflection does.
Because the world dint crumble at her feet.
Because nothing ever makes sense,and that's the only time it actually makes sense to her. 
Because she travels to the hills, just to sit and stare at the valley below.

Because there is nothing that lets her down except her own fleeting versions of reality. She is smart enough to know this, yet she writes like this.

No, she is not PMSing, cos if she were, it would be the longest PMSing in the history of PMSing. Nor is she depressed. Depression is a curse of the class of people who never smoke pot. Teehee.

I think she is just a little bit of this life and little bit of the life she dreams of, and every day swings between the two, trying to be in two places at once.
Most days she succeeds, dancing to her moody swing.

Credits to the outrageously talented Sangit Ghorpode of Think Freak. He is an Ace photographer, Artist, Conceptualiser,Director and video editor. Phew! That's too many mad skills in one person. What a blast i had shooting with this genius boy.
See more of his exceptional work here: https://sangitghorpade.wordpress.com/Subscribe to his YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCduCBZRDoyeXxmaZ6DlNUvg/feed

Here are a few behind the scene/behind the madness shots. :D

My Main man- Mr.Ghorpode

I am wearing:
Next
Zara
Chemistry 
Shopnineteen
Vajor
Forever 21

Winter My Muse

Winter is to the heart what gravity is to the tree. It keeps you rooted. It keeps you free.
                                                                                                           -TheBurbakGypsy

When you walk the streets on a gloomy, sun-deprived morning, nose deep-freezed, and a gust of silken chill brushes against your bare cheeks, what do you think?

I think of a lover from a past life left out in the cold for centuries trying to remind me of his/her existence. A sweeping kiss stolen under the stealth of a winter breeze.

Sometimes I wonder why every year, almost always around the same time, earth leaves a part of itself out in the cold?

Imagine the earth a teenage lady, and summer as "that time of the month". Winter becomes her only chance to feel the wind beneath her wings.
To feel like she can glide and sway and jump and collide like the whisper ads, to breathe without consequence.
The sun no longer the least of her worries.
The icy breeze merely doesn't  ruffle her hair and make her nose all crinkly and cold, it's everything else under the surface that becomes aware of their existence.

Coming back to why winters make me ridiculously happy. It seems to me like summer was the unwanted, unexpected guest that overstayed it's welcome and has finally left.
And i am left to my glory and books and quilt and woollen cuddles to spend the next few months like an indigenous from Greenland.
When an over-worked, overcharged laptop whispers and whirs, inviting you to share some warmth, you know it's winters.
When you don't need too much make-up or blusher to look fresh. When the holes in the sweater gives way to lovers to fill it with warmth.
When coffee, hugs and holding hands equals to love. Winter is like walking in a hollywood rom-com from the 90's. Sometimes i wonder how the West has the monopoly on all things cool. Winters, snow, James Dean, Charlie Sheen, Jesus, Miss Gaga, Christmas, you name it! Anyway.. :P

 Everything is more alive in winters. Summers just makes everything settle deep into the sediments. Winters shakes things up, like your 'cool' cousin from the states who introduced the concept of 'blunt' , 'double dips' and 'push-up bra'.
Winter makes you more aware of the body you live in, the soul you want to dive in and the boots you want to walk in. 

Everything is beautiful is layered is free is winter. 
Winter is earth's magic trick.
It gets as cold as you can conjure.
And like every magic trick, it will leave you gasping, wanting to witness the show again, knowing all too well, it's all but a trick.

I went to Mcleod-Dharamkot-Triund and i experienced snow.
And now winters will end, like all things ever really do.
With a fleeting silence, longing and photographs.

Winter Grub manifesting itself onto my cheeks.

leader of the pack. Mmmkay

Trek isn't over until your furry friend says so.

Che Grrrera of Swach Bharat Abhiyan

Not so tough after all, eh buddy? Proceeds to play tug.

This Maggi! #yummiez

Sit. Stare. Grasp. Wonder. Let go.

The 'Sweater'. Them Paws.

My Lana Del Ray moment

Enter the Void

I am Wearing:

Grey Overcoat

Faux Leather Pants- Only

Tribal Knit Cardigan

Gum Boots- FreeCultr

Tan Colour Suede Boots

Worn Out Levis

Neon Round Sunnies- Koovs

Photographer: Himanshu Rai

Black Hole Stun

"Black is such a happy colour darling!"

  - Morticia Adams

Colours are so important to us as a species. Animals, plants and trees don't get to decide what colour they will wear on a rainy day or a gloomy Monday morning.
They live with what they are blessed with, comforted by singularity.

And we, the people, are always so colour concious, thanks to the abundant choices.
Reds on dates, whites to meetings, yellow in summers, so on and so forth.

Yet somehow, the one colour that is always a constant is black, and for good reason. (For men and women, alike)Here's why:

- Black is unmatched and yet you never have to worry about matching it.

-Getting it stained or dirty is not a bother.

-It flatters every skin tone that will ever exist in the universe.

- It's all seasons, unlike mangoes. Sniff!


- Black instantly takes off a few pounds. Oh black, you beautiful illusion you!

-Black makes you look dressed up, even when you aren't trying. Last minute date? Get black. 


There are endless reasons why black is the king of colors, but the one reason why black is everlasting is because:
There's nothing more darker than black

I am wearing:

Long Black Dress with Neon Piping
Round Neon Sunnies
Black Oval Shades
Watch: Mont Blanc

Tan Brown Booties: Carlton London

Neck Piece: Khan Market

Location: Home

Photographer: Himanshu Rai <3