Mehendi Fervour

 It was a beautiful morning painted in shades of cloudy skies. Aanya smiled radiantly. The morning of her Mehendi function had arrived. The function was being held at their ancestral house. The lawns were transformed to her liking. The guests had arrived. 

Her friends would be coming in by the afternoon. The last batch of guests were arriving this afternoon. Booked in different places. She was excited to see them all in the evening. Just then her phone msg tone beeped. She received a romantic text from Mihir. He was so affectionate, caring and loving. Just the kind she always wanted. 

The evening came too soon. Aanya wore a beautiful multi coliured lehenga with soft green kurta and a beautiful bandhni worked dupatta. She looked stunning. Her skin had a glow of its own. 

There was so much excitement. Her aunts and uncles were dancing. Her friends and cousins were practising for the sangeet day after. Tomorrow was just for relaxing followed by the Pre-Bridal shower sorts of party. 

Aanya was enjoying but suddenly there was this fear and doubt which niggled her. Something was not so right. She couldn’t lay her finger on the cause. She pushed it away blaming it on the bridal jitters which every bride invariably went through. After that she was dragged by her family to dance. She joined in for the festivities. It was almost 3 when she hit the bed. Dropping into a dreamless sleep. 

Suddenly after few hours she woke up with a start. She was drenched in sweat. Her throat dried up. She had a nightmare. She was sitting with her mehendi, suddenly there was a dark shadow completely hiding her mehendi. Followed by a downpour where all her mehendi gets washed away. Remembering the nightmare she glanced down at her hands. The mehendi had become brighter and looked beautiful. Smiling to herself, she fell asleep again.

Stay tuned. Will Aanya’s fears come true? Followed in the sequels. 

Plan which flopped

 Kiara was so excited. Her summer break has started. She had it all planned to perfection! She was going to look after her hair and skin. Dedicated to spaism. A new word coined by her, which meant the extension to spa. 

She had ordered her products online. Her favourite was the vanilla body oil. Which kept it soft and supple after the shower. Everything was all set. She had a smile as she fell asleep.

Next morning she woke up late. Her yoga class was canceled. What would she do today. After jotting down her to do list. She reached for her face scrub. Just then the sharp ring of the phone halted her. She picked up the call, it was her house help. She had called in sick. She wanted to scream. Taking deep breaths, which was a Herculean task. She managed to compose hers. Reluctantly she went into the kitchen. To cook for lunch. She came out flushed. Smelling in the fragrant aromas of ginger garlic paste, tomatoes and onions. Her skin looked flushed by the steam of veggies and rice. Not to lose hope and heart, she just remembered her grandma’s golden words” Sweetheart the best facials and Scrubs are found in the kitchen” . I’m sure she didn’t mean it toiling in the furnace. 

Anyway hopefully tomorrow she would be here. Tomorrow she got a call with a brand new excuse. The days turned to a fortnight. Kiara’s frustration was hitting the roof. She was red with anger, the steaming vapours from the boiling kitchen or the vapour of the furious temper, she knew not.

Just as she entered her room, she decided to take a day off and pamper herself. She was planning to do that . Her younger one screamed. Mummy I fell. She just needed this now. After being rushed to the hospital and the doctors diagnosis. Sometimes a dreaded one read” A muscle pull”. A week’s rest!

Kiara dropped tiredly into bed. Not even having the energy to slap her night moisturiser. She wanted to scream or cry aloud. She knew not!

She fell asleep. Woke up next morning as trr get e sun’s rays kissed her good morning.

She got a message from her school of the summer work. She smiled . I need to book myself for a spa.

She took the day off. Indulged in a body massage, facial, pedicure and relaxed. She fell asleep. Steamed , shower. Came out looking fresh!

Sometimes you just need to take that break. It’s not selfish! It needed!

The products are still sitting on her dresser, waiting for that day, when they’ll be used lovingly!

BTW Breaking News” After a fortnight her maid quit altogether “

So much for planning !

😥 Phew 😰  😮‍💨 

The saga of unrealised spaism! 

Moment of Bliss

 It’s that one moment of bliss, when you truly, honestly love yourself the best! Honouring it, nurturing it, just the way it is. 

In the ears of “ Perfectionism” and “ Filtering”. Let yourself be the way it is. Love its lines, it’s aging quality, it’s growing tenderness. 

Stop wanting it to be what it had,

Love the new growing you.

Stop thinking of what once fitted you to perfection.

Think of what now looks perfect on you.

See the world from a brand new vision!

Change the perspective of the bygones, look at the present “ You”.

Love yourself as the most precious, valued possession.

Each will come and know you differently in the journey of life.

Some might be till the end, some might leave you at the very beginning, some half way through. Their role in your life was meant to be till the allocated time.

Never lose heart, somewhere something beautiful is always waiting to be unravelled by you.

The best moments are lived unexpectedly!

So what are you waiting for?

Love yourself and wait to unravel the beauties of life!

Good Morning Lovelies!

Have a blessed day!