Celebrating Unproductivity

Hi Reader!

Happy weekend to all of you out there! It’s Saturday morning and I am very much awake already (surprise!).

I wanted to celebrate the spectacular failure of my W-Log posts today. It seems like none of my task-logging mechanisms work. This is getting insane. I don’t seem to follow my diet and/or workout plans either. And I wanted to enjoy the undisciplined whim my soul has taken upon itself.

Life is totally unpredictable. You might want something to happen that instant and it won’t. You might plan ahead for the day and the entire day bails on you. You might think, “Oh good, I’m home early. Let me just work on this thing I wanted to do for a while now,” and an unexpected problem crops up. It happens. You can’t help it, and you can’t magically fix it.

Everything that gets in your way is a lesson in itself. You learn to cope, you learn to deal with it, and hopefully, you grow. And one begins to see patterns in life this way. Whenever I plan to go to gym, either it starts raining, or it is too cold to use my motorbike, or I get this bout of laziness (this last one is totally my rebellious psyche). So, I learn to check the weather predictions before I plan to head out. And I learn to not waste my time waiting for the climate to get warmer and start a regimen I can do at home. (Again, laziness makes me pull up my quilt and bury myself in it, but, that’s okay.)

That’s what I mean. It’s okay to get bombarded by things which hinder your plans (inner Monica Geller yells shrilly). But, it really is okay. You get your knowledge and move on.

I have always firmly believed that it’s never too late to make changes in yourself. I know that if I am eighty years old and then I get the notion of learning Spanish, I would try. I would try as much as I can, and probably, if I wanted it that bad, I would accomplish it.

Hindrances don’t place a full-stop to anything you want to do. Laugh about them, dodge them, and try again. You never know how much your life would become simpler then.

Lots of love for the drama,

PPD

PS : I just realised that I crossed 25 posts on this blog! Yay! Now, that‘s some productivity.

W-Log #4

8:55 am

Good morning everyone!

I am awake and ready to leave for office (thank God, it’s only ten minutes away). The main thing that is keeping me going today is forgiveness. I forgive myself for being such a procrastinator. I forgive myself for failing in a lot of my plans the past three days. I forgive my pressing needs for pushing into the time that I could be doing my fun tasks. I forgive everything.

I want to sharpen my focus and not let the cloudy, comfortable weather invite my laziness today. Tasks are up!

Today’s List

  1. Office
    • Fix current issue in Task 1
    • Special task 1 (this is getting out of hand)
    • Fun task 1 (YES! I waited for this stage of this task!)
    • Task 2 basics part 1
  2. Diet and Workout
    • Gym (please, PLEASE go?)
    • Diet shopping
    • Food prep
    • Jogging (this failed already)
  3. Writing
    • Prep 1 for next MS (do I need say more?)
    • Plan for fan-fiction story
    • Book 1 1k (reduced this)
    • Book 2 1k (and this)
  4. Reading

When one plans something and decides a time and place for it, and it does not happen, what does one do? Curl up and cry, curse and hit self on the head, or lie around in a lazy delusion that one would never accomplish it. It’s not gonna happen by itself, you know?

There is no magic in real life. Being a Potterhead myself, it wounds my heart to simply utter those words. But, it doesn’t stop them being true. There is NO MAGIC in real life. People cannot and should not expect things to happen for them if they do not move a muscle. That’s why today I forgave myself for being lazy and planning my day improperly. That’s why I woke up with an energy to conquer the sun today. That’s the secret.

Wake up and smell the roses. But, they’d be there only if you’d planted and watered them in the first place.

W-Log #3

9:17 am

Hello!

Happy Lazy Morning to everyone! I am properly awake only right now, because my tasks for yesterday ran late (and I still did badly) and my friends had a group chat going till midnight. I’ve been doing all my chores since 7:30 in a vague, zombie-like manner. But, that’s okay.

The rest of the day should be smooth. It better be.

The expected result of the day is lesser negatives. The list goes shorter and with more emphasis on Writing (I’m kicking myself for performing poorly on this for more than a while now).

Today’s List

  1. Office
    • Test current issue in Task 1
    • Special task 1 (you better at least start it today!)
    • Fun task 1 (hope the others show up)
    • Task 2 basics
  2. Diet and Workout
    • Gym (just make it to the gym, will ya?!?)
  3. Writing
    • Prep 1 for next MS (FINISH IT TODAY)
    • Plan for fan-fiction story
    • Book 1 2k
    • Book 2 2k
  4. Home
    • Laundry

Today’s idea is to add emphasis to my higher priority tasks (Office and Writing). The trick to making up for bad days is to have a priority list of your existing priorities. I know that you’re going to call me insane and obsessive. Hey, I do what I do because I like it. If you don’t like this way, just retain the tasks for the next day and pray for the best.

Lots of luck for a great day! 😀

11:57 pm

Whoa, what a long day! Okay, quick listing now.

  1. Office
    • Test current issue in Task 1 : Done, some left over (+7 points)
    • Special task 1 : Did NOT start it (-10 points)
    • Fun task 1 : Progress! (+10 points)
    • Task 2 basics : Nope (-5 points)
  2. Diet and Workout
    • Gym : NO (-10 points)
  3. Writing
    • Prep 1 for next MS : Not yet, move it out to a few days later (-5 points)
    • Plan for fan-fiction story : Not drafted, but, basically done (+7 points)
    • Book 1 2k (-5 points)
    • Book 2 2k (-5 points)
    • Discussion with photo editor for short story 1 : Great job! (+15 bonus)
  4. Home
    • Laundry : Did it! (+10 points)
  5. Reading
    • Half-complete the Alchemist : Yes! (+15 bonus)

Total = 64 – 40 = 24 points

Better than yesterday. But, still disappointing. I think I am in a Writer’s Block. Should work on that tomorrow.

Lesson of the day : Add priority to the high priority tasks when you find yourself slipping.

Grim determination,

Priyadarshni

 

W-Log #2

6:00 am

Good morning, World!

I’m fresh and upbeat today morning and I managed to wake 15 minutes before my alarm (yay!). Today’s strategy will learn off yesterday’s progress. My tasks will be broken down into pieces which would fit better into my result framework. And they will be easier to keep track of.

I think my upbeatness is owing to the fact that I ate a lean, protein-rich dinner (I should set an observation log going to analyse the effect of eating healthy!).

Okay, my goal for today is balancing of priorities. Let’s see the list.

Today’s List

  1. Office
    • Resolve current issue in Task 1 (breaking it down, see?)
    • Special task 1
    • Fun task 1 (don’t need to reminded of fun, right?)
  2. Diet and Workout
    • Diet shopping
    • Jogging
    • Gym
  3. Writing
    • Prep 1 for next MS (manuscript, like who doesn’t know THAT?)
    • Plan for fan-fiction story
  4. Reading
    • Finish and review Ove

As I see it, I start on a new category of tasks today. Remember folks, it’s all about balancing your priorities.

If you have a bunch of things to do and you are sharp and alert when you start them, go through them round-robin. That’s the easiest and not-so-dullening way to accomplish them.

Another important thing is balancing all your priorities. Say you have one huge thing due by the next day. You struggle with it all night. But then, the next day you find out that your milk has run out because you did not go shopping the previous day. So, you gotta balance your ‘categories’. If one thing is taking up your entire time, just pause and intersperse it with small tasks. Balance.

Good luck to me and you! Have a rockin’ day! 🙂

11:17 pm

I’m very sleepy right now. So, this will be a simple update.

  1. Office
    • Resolve current issue in Task 1 : Done, but, not perfect (+5 points)
    • Special task 1 : This hasn’t even been started (-10 points)
    • Fun task 1 : Other people haven’t started on it (-5 points)
  2. Diet and Workout
    • Diet shopping : Did that! (+10 points)
    • Jogging : Yes! (+10 points)
    • Gym : No (-10 points)
  3. Writing
    • Prep 1 for next MS : No time for this! (-10 points)
    • Plan for fan-fiction story : Same story (-10 points)
  4. Reading
    • Finish and review Ove : Finished (+10 points)
  5. Miscellaneous
    • Planned for career growth (+15 bonus)

Total = 50 – 45 = 5 points

I mean, what good is that? Seriously, Priya! I am super-angry with you. Seems like yesterday’s lesson hasn’t sunk in yet.

Lesson of the day : Balance different kinds of priority tasks. And, never EVER forget previous lessons.

Lots of self-directed anger,

PPD

W-Log #1

8:00 am

Hello to all you wonderful people!

I’m starting a new category of blog posts called W-Logs. They are, by definition, WordPress Logs. They will be my new calendar of productive tasks for every day moulded into an achievement/failure framework. I am so very excited about these!

Let’s face it. We’ve all tried post-its, diaries, to-do notes, planners, and paper lists for planning out the tasks for the day. I’m trying this method right now, after having failed in every other one.

All hail IISuperwomanII for her Vlog channel which gave me this idea!

Today’s List

  1. Office
    • Task 1
    • Special task 1
  2. Diet and Workout
    • Workout at home
    • Food prep
    • Diet shopping
  3. Writing
    • W-Log #1
  4. Home
    • Laundry
    • Clean room

Since my biggest problem with sticking to my plans is laziness, I’ve decided to make my plans themselves simpler. Easy, don’t you think? Na-huh.

Everybody goes wrong with that one. They think they are deciding such few and easy-to-do tasks. But, really, those are complex, depend on other factors, and simply drag themselves along into the next day. Thus, messing up the next day as well. The trick is breaking them down into small, SMALL parts of tasks which are rationally completable in one day.

Let me see how my trail run goes today. Bye for now! I will finish this post at the end of the day! Cross your fingers for a good result!

Great day to you guys!

9:16 pm

Okay, I’m back! Let’s see how I fared today.

  1. Office
    • Task 1 : Poor execution (-5 points)
    • Special task 1 : This hasn’t even been started (-10 points)
  2. Diet and Workout
    • Workout at home : This was done perfectly (+10 points)
    • Food prep : Also, perfect (+10 points)
    • Diet shopping : Missing one item from my list (+7 points)
  3. Writing
    • W-Log #1 : Check! (+10 points)
  4. Home
    • Laundry : Could have done more of it (+7 points)
    • Clean room : Double the planned amount of cleaning (+10 points) (+5 bonus)
    • Shopping : Got a few things for my room (+2 bonus)

Total = 61 – 15 = 46 points

Not too bad for a first day. I want to see lesser of a negative score and more bonus points.

Lesson of the day : Break your tasks down into parts for a more satisfying outcome.

See you tomorrow!

Love,

Priya

PS : If this is really weird to people who think they are intruding upon a stranger’s life, please ignore this category of posts. I will still update my regular posts in this blog.

PPS : If you are like me and want to live your organised life goals, watch out for more tips I will add in these posts.

PPPS : I will not elaborate on my tasks, especially those for the office, because, you know, there has to be some boundaries.

 

 

 

The Voice of the Silent

Hi Reader!

I am back with another short story. I know I promised this short story to my little sister a very long time ago (mostly because the protagonist is named similar to her name). I am very sorry about its lateness and will beg forgiveness of you the next time we meet.

I love you, darling girl! :*

One more thing that struck me when I chose to finish it today was how it’s Independence Day tomorrow. I think you would see how much we, as India, have grown since the days I have narrated of in this story. It’s set in the immediate post-Independence era, you see.

Enough rambling, let me post the actual story right away.

 

Of Dreams Coming True

The sun bore down upon Amrita and beads of perspiration had formed on her forehead. Her gold-brown skin shone with the sweat. The collecting basket lay neglected beside her.

“Why am I always expected to do things I don’t want to, Keshav?” she asked.

Without waiting for a reply, she went on gesturing with her hands and wrinkling her forehead with displeasure. The big brown eyes were annoyed.

“I mean, he doesn’t do the things he hates, does he? When he wants to sit with his books all day, he does! When I ask for it, I’m kicked out! And Aayi says women should not do all the things men do.”

She picked at the grass near her feet and sighed loudly.

“It’s just not fair.”

‘Baa!’ said Keshav.

She looked up and smiled at the hairy snout opposite her. Her sun-dappled hand reached out to stroke his head. With her other hand, she held out some of the grass for him to chew.

“You do understand, don’t you, Keshav?” Her features had softened out and a tiny dimple winked on her right cheek. Loosening the pallu of her saree, she softly dabbed at the sweat on her forehead, her eyebrows set in a worried line.
“Whenever I ask to be excused from the cotton-picking, for any reason at all, it’s always, ‘Now, Amrita, you don’t want to be doing that. That stuff is for the boys to do. Get to work.’ It just sucks, I tell you!” Her mimicry had swelled into a high-pitched scream by the end of the sentence.

Keshav chewed his blade of grass and gave her a blank stare. She sighed and stood up. She had to get a move on. Or Baba would be disappointed with her day’s work.

“Why do little boys get what they want, and big girls nothing?” She heaved a long breath and muttered angrily for a second or two.

They were cotton merchants, her father and his seven brothers. As far as she knew, they had been cotton merchants for three generations. Her great-grandfather had dandled her little brother on his knee and told the tale to an incoherently babbling baby. That little brother was the one she was being competitive with. For everyone in her family, it had always been Piyush this and Piyush that, and Amrita had been bossed about to fetch things that darling little Piyush wanted.

She did not like it one bit.

Slowly, she picked up where she left off at the edge of their cotton crop. Her mother worked her way from the other side of the crop. She was lightning fast in pulling off the soft centres of the exploded pods. Amrita always received a ‘oh darling, you need to pick up your pace if you want to finish in a thousand years’ from every old great-aunt who passed by her spot. With a loud cackle to boot.

All she had wanted was to go to the big, white building on the edge of the town. Like the other children did. Day after day, Armita watched with longing eyes at the crowd of school girls and boys reading thick books sitting around the trees in the backyard of the building. This was their daily routine around noon. After a while, they opened bundles of packed food and ate them, chatting happily.

Amrita burned to join that happy laughter. She wanted to be shooed back inside for the afternoon classes by the old teacher with his thick glasses.

They all looked vastly superior in her eyes. Piyush swaggered through the trees like he owned the place and sometimes, he waved at her as she straightened her back out and flexed her finger muscles. It seemed to her like he was mocking her fate. But, she knew he wouldn’t do that. Despite all her jealousy at his life, he was her little brother and absolutely doted on his big sister.

The afternoon sun shone with even more vigour as Amrita tried to watch what she was picking through the thin layer of the saree she had draped over and around her head. After the third time in which she had started to pry loose an unripened pod unable to see clearly, she dropped her basket and sat down.

The tears swelled up inside her and she let out a silent howl. She so badly wanted to cry out loud and bang her body onto the soil in frustration.

‘Why, God, why do you have to do this to me?’ she prayed.

All sleep was lost that night. Baba had been disappointed with her work, and Aayi had clucked over Piyush as he writhed in his bed with a fever. Amrita wondered if they should call a doctor, but dared not voice it out loud. They would chide her to leave the thinking to themselves.

The next morning dawned fresh and cold. It was the crack of dawn, and Armita had woken with a start. After checking on the sick six-year old, who was still muttering in his restless sleep, she crept outside wound in a shawl. In half an hour, she had slipped open the gate and stepped up in front of the idol. It was her favourite time of the day to visit Lord Shiva.

The early morning birds chirped softly overhead as she sat cross-legged at the base of the large banyan tree. Like every time, her eyes roved over the fiery God who sat in close-eyed meditation. It was the irony of the idol that always pulled her to Shiva. He was called Shiva the Destroyer in all his tales. But, the deity was always depicted as sitting in silent meditation. His third eye placed laterally in the middle of the forehead was open in a slit. Barely open and chiselled upon dark greyish stone with no colours, it looked as if it could penetrate her very soul. She shivered slightly.

Her mute conversation with God continued for a while. She told him about her recurring dream to study and travel the country, and her wishes for the little brat to snap out of his fever. The branches overhead rubbed against each other and expelled a cloud of parrots into the air. It was then that she realised that she was very late.

Hurrying through breakfast was quite impossible to her as she enjoyed her mother’s excellent rotis and dal very much. But, as she neared the house, there was no fire in the kitchen and no mother plucking a puffed roti off the stove with her bare hands. Piyush’s room was crowded and she made her way to it in dread.

Mother was fanning her little boy with a palm-leaf fan. All the while, tears streamed down her cheeks and splattered onto his twitching arm. Amrita knew her father was at the fields already and bit into her cheek painfully.

Amrita’s thoughts swirled around her head. She would never be allowed to leave if she asked. But, she might slip out unseen. Her two great-aunts had the eyesight of eagles, but, all eyes were trained on her mother’s movements then. She had wet a rag and placed it across Piyush’s forehead.

“It’s too wet, daughter-in-law,” sneered Sita Maa.

“Use a clean rag, why don’t you?” asked Lakshmi Taayi.

Mother never indicated that she had heard. She seemed in a daze. Mechanically wiping of the trickling wetness, she wiped her hands and felt Piyush’s neck for the temperature.

Amrita slowly backed out of the room and softly shut the front door. She couldn’t very well lock it from the outside, so she hoped it wouldn’t swing open with the breeze. It was perfectly safe though. Everyone knew each other in their village.

Trying to walk in a prim and erect manner to give her a little more height that her thirteen-year old frame could be expected to show, Amrita moved towards the one bus stop of the village. She knew that two buses to the big town plied through there everyday. She waited for it and willed her heart to slow down.

The bus came rattling into the stop and several dusty people alighted from it. Nobody noticed the young girl with her pallu pulled up over her head sneak onto it. Nobody asked any awkward questions. The bus conductor spied the girl boarding his bus.

“Wait right there, little lady. Do you have the money to spare for the ride?” he demanded of her.

“How much is the fare to the town, Saab?” she asked back politely.

The conductor seemed taken aback at such a respectful tone and stammered out that it was two rupees. Out drew a soft hand and it placed the small coin on his outstretched palm.

“One seat to the town, please.”

If he had been able to watch her face, he would have spotted the smug, satisfied smile upon it. Amrita spotted half a seat remaining after an enormous woman had sat in a seat for two. She made her shaky way towards it and perched on the remaining space. Everyone was giving the lady a wide berth as she lurched dangerously out of the seat whenever the bus made a sharp turn. But, she steadied herself incredibly when the little girl had sat by her side. She even pointed out all the important places as they passed through the town to the final bus stop.

The whole mass of standing and sitting people staggered out of the bus with relief. The roads had been slick with mud during that trip in addition to their general uphill nature. Amrita’s excitement had reduced into a quiet wonder at the task she was about to do.

With everything she had heard from the woman on the bus spinning through her head, she had never felt more like a child as she had then.

It was a brand new world to her. The tall, sophisticated buildings rose around her intimidatingly. She gulped and moved a few steps forward in the direction of the entrance to the bus stand. People shoved and bumped into her several times as she reached the pavement. She sighed and rubbed the sore spot on her shoulder where a particularly strong man’s arm had collided.

The cold morning had given into the warmer rays of the eight o’clock sun. Amrita knew it by the way the mud had started curling back into dryness on the edge of the roads.

‘I’m going to get into heaps of trouble,’ she thought helplessly.

But, she had to do something.

Within a little while, she had gotten the hang of walking through the thronging mass of people. Carefully, she recollected the numerous locations the woman on the bus had shown her. Her mental map began to take shape and she chose one turn after the other with much more ease than she had ever dreamed of.

If the town had been intimidating till then, the Town Hospital appeared like something Amrita should have avoided like the plague. The cleanliness of it blew her mind wide open. She stood opposite to it for minutes, making up her mind. Piyush’s baby face came to her in a flash and she squared her shoulders with a kind of reckless determination.

In ten minutes, she stood at the front desk, looking up at the matronly-looking woman who manned it.

“What is it, child?” she asked pleasantly.

“My brother is sick,” replied Amrita.

“You have to fill out the form and wait for a doctor to be able to see him. Here, fill this up,” she said, handing her a piece of paper with printed writing all over it.

“I cannot do that,” she replied, nervously.

The woman looked down at the girl from over her desk. The neat folds of her simple saree and her quiet eyes caught her unawares as she had been used to the rough and shoddy demands of the fast-moving town people. She walked around it and led Amrita to a seat.

“What is the problem, dear?” she asked her.

Amrita’s instincts buzzed about the woman. She would be patient, she thought.

“I need a doctor to come and visit my brother in the village. He has got a very bad fever for a few days now. And no one knows what to do. Cold compresses did not help. He shivers and has fitful hours of sleep,” she summarized.

“To go to the village? Did you come from there this morning?” the woman asked, wonderingly.

“Yes,” she replied impatiently.

“Please, hurry. Would any doctor be willing to go with me?”

The woman sighed in reply. What a brave, young girl from a small village, thought the woman. She knew that Dr Roy would help, and she went to fetch him.

Within an hour, Dr Roy and a nurse helped Amrita into the seat of his car and snapped on a seat-belt, the sharp click of which sounded very ominous. Her veins buzzed electricity however and she felt sharp and alert. Something about the kind eyes of the doctor had soothed her nerves about the whole trip to the big, scary town.

In an hour, Amrita superbly navigated the car into the shady banyan tree next to her house. A throng surrounded the front door and the sight of her rippled through it with hissing sounds. The crowd parted and the image of her father came forth.

She gulped and froze in her path of success, which slowly lit up and melted her insides.

“Where have you been, beti?” asked the furiously twitching moustache. Amrita hung her head and spoke no words.

“I asked you a question,” growled the moustache then.

Saab,” spoke Dr Roy.

Amrita turned to him for a fraction of a second and shook her head for half of one.

Baba,” she cleared her throat and held herself high.

“I went to fetch the doctor for Piyush. From the town. You can scold me later, but, first let him be examined,” she spoke in one breath.

“Come, doctor Saab.” Amrita led the way through the already crowded hallway into her little brother’s room.

An hour later, having administered a couple of shots, Dr Roy stood outside the house for a breath of fresh air. The crowd outside had dispersed silently and his young patient was sleeping in a natural manner inside.

“I can’t say how much I am grateful – “ started Amrita’s Baba.

“Oh, please don’t thank me, sir,” replied the doctor.

A sullen stare looked back at him. It was the face of a stubborn, village-bred man. One look at him said that he was guiltily grateful for the city doctor’s help. A closer examination revealed that there wasn’t an ounce of trust in his psyche for the very doctor. Susheel Roy sighed. He had met many a character similar to this fellow.

“You must thank your daughter,” he said lightly, making the older man start.

Susheel bowed his head. “I would not have been able to do my job if she hadn’t reached us today. She is the reason your son is alive,” he elaborated. The bushy eyebrows pushed themselves together.

“I don’t know – “

“All you need to know is that Amrita has been very brave and smart today,” finished the doctor.

“I will take your leave now. Pranaam.”

Pranaam, Doctor Saab,” he replied to his greeting in a daze.

Three days later, the children of the First Family of Pulgaon village played together at recess. Piyush helped his big sister with a slate and chalk piece to write her very first letters. With her saree pallu tucked into her waistband, Amrita sat cross-legged with the slate on her lap. The mango tree overhead swayed in a breeze and the smell enveloped the children. After having written the first letter to Piyush’s satisfaction, she looked up at the rustling leaves and smiled wide.

“Thank you,” she whispered to herself.

The End

Dedication : (As expected) To my beautiful-inside-and-out baby sister.

Love,

Priya

PS : I hope you like the story.

PPS : Happy Janmashtami. Thank you for kicking my inner writer alive, Krishna.

 

Finding Heart

Hello you guys!

I know I quit the blog for a while now, and I just posted a story last week (again, quoting that I’m really not coming out of hiatus). But, I can’t help it anymore. I am coming out of my break, having accomplished close to none of my hiatus-goals.

Seems depressing, doesn’t it?

Only, it’s not.

I have never loved myself or my life more than right now and I wanted to spread that very love over here on WordPress. Hell, I’d missed this!

I’d missed writing for no reason and actually resented my own book for streamlining me into boredom. I know it really is not boring, and I know that I actually have a piece of my heart etched into the plot, the characters, and the story line. But, I was sick and tired of forcing myself to write for my mind (which wanted me to focus only on my book). Now, I want to write for my heart and for the poor souls reading my ramblings.

Because, you know what? At the end of the day, all that matters is whether you spent that day following your heart or being prudent.

Can all of you swear that your entire day has been about the love you had for the activities you had carried out? I’m sure that most of you would frown and shuffle the topic away if I posed that above question.

That’s okay. I won’t be mad. I would react the same way.

As human beings, we are set in such discipline that survival, earning a livelihood, responsibilities, pride (yes, pride), and self-imposed rules all matter very much and influence even involuntary thoughts.

Have you really laughed out loud when you type ‘LOL’ into a text message? No? I didn’t think so. Then, why do you type it at all? It was force of habit and nothing else. You are hardwired into giving that reply.

Next time (when you actually have the breathing space for it; not when you are in an all-important hurry), question yourself. Live the moment as you see it happening and love the mystery of it all.

The human emotions.

The involuntary reactions.

The sudden gasp of horror at a slipping coffee mug.

Things like that.

There you will see the Heart in it. The Heart in everything you do and say and every way you choose to behave.

Love yourself.

Love,

Priya

PS : Totally random, and slightly insane. Definitely involuntary. I love it!

PPS : This is the kind of act I’m talking about! 😀