Walk with me..

It’s not everyday when we get to hold hands and walk on the road together , but when we do, you can rest assured that I will make a whole photo shoot out of it !

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Our car’s broken hence the walking.

We set off, and the first two people we see are fish sellers. Two people selling fish the old fashioned way, on foot.

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Then we encounter a little truck with a little banner that says they’ll come right to your doorstep and polish your brassware. They are stationed in front of a neighbor’s house with all their traditional brassware out on the side of the road with water and soap and some kind Ā of machine that make the items shine ! Smaaaaile ! šŸ˜€

No.

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Then off to Darling’s aunt’s house.

This house. It fascinates me. And I realise that when a house is lived in for so long, it acquires certain qualities, that makes it immensely romantic to look at. I loved their house and their quirky windows and all the vintage things I could see in the house.

I am fascinated by other people’s homes. :S

I love the house we live in ( Thank you FIL for making a dream come true ) but we’ve only lived in it for such a short time , everything I do to decorate it, looks actually brand new. Even if my style is old fashioned, I still can’t muster the effortless charm that comes naturally with living in one place for far too long. Ā I worry about things like time, when there won’t be any left of it and I would not get to do what I want to do to complete the dream that is the house we live in. But I digress. Here are some photos I shared on instagram from our visit.

Enjoy!

Blue glass on a windowsill  <3

Blue glass on a windowsill ā¤

Lamp of stones

Lamp of stones

Vintage bowl

Vintage bowl

Leaves and prints

Leaves and prints

A note here, a reminder there..

A note here, a reminder there..

Clouds in my window please !

Clouds in my window please !

How pretty is this !

How pretty is this !

Happiness

Maybe I can never truly be happy. There are, moments though. These moments are rare and are far in between , and while they make me feel as if there’s hope for myself, maybe there isn’t.

Close to being Thirty.

There , I said it.

Life isn’t what I imagined it would be. Somehow it’s better , AND it’s worse.

For all the wrongs of my life, there’s just one right, and no matter what I do to balance the scales, one push forward brings me one back. Give, take . Push, pull . For every moment of elation, there’s being one of gloom. I sometimes look at the skies and smile like a crazy person. Oh ye Gods.

When I was small, I couldn’t wait to grow up. Times were hard, our lives were difficult, and we needed a certain amount of strength, a certain amount of coldness, a certain amount of ability to not put up with bullshit.

In my adolescent years, when I messed things up, I was glad I did, coz I was done, and I could move on. I’d resolved a lot of my own issues.

In my late twenties, I realise, I have a whole new set of issues that I never foresaw. It makes me angry.

It scares me who I could become.

I constantly try not be other people.

I know everything I do not want to be.

I do not want to be THAT person. And if someone told me what to do with my life, I’d want to bite their heads off.

I just want to be happy. But a part of me, completely refuses to budge.

My morbidity never goes away.

Never the same thing

Since I haven’t posted in the ‘food blogs’ of late, here are some breakfast pics .

We try to add variety to our breakfasts simply because that’s just the kind of thing I like to fuss about.

It’s so strange .

I’ve hated breakfast since I was small and continued to hate it well into my twenties. Oh but with a kitchen door that lets in so much of morning light ( Thank you FIL ) and someone charming to share breakfasts with, who cares if I eat or not. So I eat.

( They say 30% of your meal should be made up of fruits. Don’t know about the 30%, but we try. )

 

Xoxo

 

Me.

 

Croissants and tea !

Croissants and tea !

Manioc , scraped coconut and lunu miris

Manioc , scraped coconut and lunu miris

Toast and fruits

Toast and fruits

Lazy morning

Lazy morning

Leftover morning

Leftover morning

Mung!

Mung!

Evelyn McHale: A Beautiful Death on 33rd Street

Keith York City

When the Empire State Building officially opened in 1931, it was an engineering marvel: by far the tallest structure on the planet, and built in just 16 months during the depths of the Great Depression. Though the weak economy caused it to sit almost empty for many of its earlier years, the buildingā€™s lofty observation deck drew crowds in immense numbers. In fact, the buildingā€™s owners made roughly as much in observation deck ticket sales during its first operational year as it collected from office rentals in the tower itself.

The observation decks on the 86th and 103rd floors wereĀ an instant hit. Tourists and locals alike happily took rides in the buildingā€™s sleek high-speed elevators hundreds of feet above the street to absorb the breathtaking views, which on clear days, stretched all the way to Connecticut.

But the building also became rather quickly known for something far more tragic. Oneā€¦

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