tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53771472386711569412024-03-15T10:18:14.532+03:00Teeth that Sparkle!Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.comBlogger481125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-14268623503921526492022-11-08T10:20:00.005+03:002022-11-08T10:20:52.179+03:002022 - So far, so bad! Sir chakraye, raha na jaaye
Itna dizzy, ki kya bataye
March mein laga life badal gayi
July tak sab bigad gaya
October mein sab bhaad mein jaaye
November mein zor shor se 40th manaye
Haaye December, tu kuch khush khabari laaye
Warna 2022, tu jaake apni G**** C******!!!!!
I am not the one to swear, but man this year has been a
blast. The only way this year can redeem itself isNishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-69667887872697689562022-08-14T09:57:00.000+03:002022-08-14T09:57:02.819+03:00Is anything ever enough?The world is divided into haves and have nots. There are
some who buy a purse which costs more than a person’s yearly salary. Then there
are some who don’t know where their next meal will come from. I am grateful
that I might be in the world’s top percentile when it comes to money, but am I doing
enough to help those who need it?
Just yesterday we were at a signal in my resident country –
Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-30604794376552927422022-06-08T09:52:00.000+03:002022-06-08T09:52:51.896+03:00Heartfelt videos in times of Reels It was my brother’s 40th birthday in the year
2017. To make it special, I collected several photos of him, wrote a funny
verse, found an apt song, and made a video of three minutes and thirty seconds. I
uploaded the video on YouTube for easy sharing. That video had 200+ views and
gained a lot of praise.
Yesterday, it was his wife’s 40th. I love her
even more and so I made an even better Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-10144025720580383082022-06-06T09:50:00.000+03:002022-06-06T09:50:06.731+03:002011 to 2021 - 29 to 39 A decade well travelled! I have been wondering what to write in my decade post since the end of 2020. 1.5 years later, I know exactly what to write. I already know what I will be writing in my 2030 post though.When I was younger, I never thought I would get married. In the 90's, a girl with certain health issues was destined to remain single and live alone. The joke about living with cats also came in very late, I Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-75293964120643628002022-05-15T15:48:00.004+03:002022-05-15T15:48:56.120+03:00It's not the Travel Bug They tell me they miss their bed
After a few days of travel, home is where they want to
head
They find comfort only within their own four walls
They want their dal chawal and no spaghetti with meatballs!
Hotels and B & B’s are only good for a few days
They find their house the best resting place.
Why is that not the case with me
With you I can travel wild and carefree
Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-44388967093081942262022-03-08T16:02:00.001+03:002022-03-08T16:02:15.827+03:00Adulting is hard Adulting is hard, and I am not doing even a miniscule of
what others do! I mean where are the days of sleeping at any time, eating just
about anything, and feeling no burden of what old age holds? When you are
getting closer to 40, your brain gets to eat more junk than your stomach.
Just last night I ate two squares of dark chocolate after
dinner and it messed up my sleep. For one, I wouldNishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-89226394607995260422022-02-15T16:51:00.002+03:002022-02-15T16:51:17.268+03:00Realisations at 39 I have only recently realised quite a few things. Maybe because
I am growing older, I have started thinking straight, or because I have started
looking inwards more. Whatever it is, the realisations are not fun.
Firstly, I have become boring. I used to love to gossip. It was
a major bonding factor with so many friends. Juicy info about people use to
make my eyes shine bright and I use to Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-36378694632874214912022-02-06T16:51:00.001+03:002022-02-06T16:51:53.144+03:00A Friend in Need Why do I come here whenever I am a little lost? Why this
need to write it all down and want the world to read it? No wonder we have so
many people who are sad in life and are writers! But hey, at least they write
fiction.
I can also write fiction. So, I met a girl last evening. She
seemed all sorted and happy and having the time of her life. We got into
talking and one thing led to the Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-27128581197448090362022-01-03T15:47:00.001+03:002022-01-03T15:52:51.416+03:00The first win of 2022 I spend a lot of money on health care. And going by my
current status, I will be spending most of my savings on it. So, when I receive
some insurance money, it just makes me feel overjoyed!
This incidence happened with the receptionist at my physiotherapy
centre. Under my current insurance plan, I am supposed to get atleast ten physiotherapy
sessions. Given that I take more than fifty Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-74148260757747797042021-11-24T17:25:00.001+03:002021-11-24T17:25:13.149+03:00Taking Inspiration from the World There are times in my fitness journey that I have to look
outside for motivation. For this I follow several people on Instagram and read
about them. It inspires me every day and it makes my problems feel minuscule
in the grand scheme of things.
So I have this tiny crush on a woman (let’s call her Zee) whom
I follow on Instagram. Nothing attracts me more than a person graciously
exercising Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-88878725273310407622021-09-29T17:22:00.002+03:002021-09-29T17:22:51.595+03:00Memories from the Germany-Hungary trip When you visit a new place, every single day is an
experience. Sometimes there are challenges which make you learn and grow. Isn’t
that what travel all about? Apart from the immense joy it brings to your life,
of course!
So this year when we went to Germany and Hungary, the Boy
and I had our share of interesting experiences which I thought I’d share here.
Transport offense
Our hotel in Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-84413463454779351782021-09-20T12:46:00.003+03:002021-09-20T12:46:54.597+03:00How to get a digital EU Covid health pass if you are vaccinated outside of EuropeIf you are familiar with Covid-19 applications, then there
must be one which is widely used in your country. It has your vaccination
details, your test history, the situation in your country, and is needed at
many places for entry. Similarly, Germany has Luca for its citizens and since
June, EU launched an application which saves your vaccine certificate digitally
to make travel easy between the Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-136480156250282992021-09-08T11:49:00.001+03:002021-09-08T11:49:45.279+03:00How to choose a travel destination during the Covid-19 pandemicThe Boy and I live for travel. Our lives change when we take
a break of two weeks and explore a new place. The experience rejuvenates us
mentally and gives us plenty of memories to go on for the next few months. Although
this is the smallest issue, but this is the only (thankfully) reason that the pandemic
has been hard on us.
So as soon as travel became a little safer, we took our Schenghen Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-3906162439395165292021-07-05T14:32:00.000+03:002021-07-05T14:32:18.565+03:00Start, restart, whatever! Wen you are 38, everything becomes slow. I thought it
happened at 75, but it seems it starts in your mid-thirties. People tell you it
will, but you vow to stay young at heart. Bullshit!
But the good thing about slow is all the extra time you get
to be wiser. You start meditating on things and it makes slow, umm, interesting. You are
not in a hurry to get anywhere; your expectations are Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-80568562525542746332021-06-09T17:21:00.000+03:002021-06-09T17:21:02.787+03:00Quest to CureIn my quest to heal myself, I’ve been studying a lot lately.
Its all jumbled up right now because every single thing that I come across catches
my attention and I deviate from the current subject! But I am learning
something new every day and that is what matters, isn’t it?
One of the most interesting ideas that I read was in a book called ‘The last Best Cure by Donna Jackson Nakazawa’. Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-42007563701412609192021-04-15T16:39:00.003+03:002021-04-15T16:39:32.118+03:00DreamsThis time, last year, I was weaving stories for the A to Z challenge to make up for the lull that was April, 2020. How naive we all were then, how naive we are now. So much has changed in the last one year even though we are supposedly in a partial global lockdown with little that is happening.Life is ironic and how! At a personal level this has been a dramatically positive time for me. I feel Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-51236684006969989962021-02-28T17:31:00.000+03:002021-02-28T17:31:21.528+03:00Meditate to stay strong I started meditating in 2019. I was in this weird place
where everything anyone said to me/about me bothered me to no end. It made me
feel small and miserable and I wanted a way out.
Little did I realise that it was a small reason to open me
to a plethora of possibilities. I started looking inwards for many answers and
affirmations. When you’ve had an illness since childhood your brain isNishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-32531754405438684752020-12-27T17:03:00.000+03:002020-12-27T17:03:17.479+03:00A Letter Dear Chronic Illness,
I saw you in the morning while on my a.m. walk around the compound.
After exactly ten strides, you made an appearance on my hips. They danced from
left to right giving Michael Jackson a run for his money. After ten minutes,
you told me to stop and sit down.
As much as I like to rule the world, I hate the fact that I am
ruled by you! I am like the head of state who isNishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-34453052063459534282020-12-16T16:29:00.000+03:002020-12-16T16:29:37.742+03:00 The Dog Walkers of Vista Villas
Mini, Manas, Mark, and Mohammad
All got a dog each to play
They sit inside and cuddle them
While the walkers take the canines out every day.
I see them with a leash in their hand
They come in groups of two
Chatting away like on a mission
Discussing everyone barring a few.
I want to overhear their conversations
But their language I don’t understand
They cook, clean, andNishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-30522640789201827372020-12-09T16:18:00.003+03:002020-12-09T16:19:54.477+03:00In the blink of an EyeNothing in life is permanent
Things change with a dramatic event
It becomes your before and after
You wish for monotony rather.
But it is not up to you, is it?
Even if you want to quit
These events shape our lives
It’s about who loses, who survives.
Your learning all these years is determined by
What you do
When life changes
In the blink of an eye.Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-20013603173272640922020-12-06T14:42:00.003+03:002020-12-06T14:42:57.935+03:00Travelling to India during the pandemic Covid-19So, the Boy and I managed to travel to India from Bahrain in
the dreaded year that is 2020. I was so nervous before the first flight that I
forgot to take my house keys (thankfully I had locked the door with my spare
key which I gave to a neighbour), missed switching off the air conditioner and
packed haphazardly – all very unlike the pain-in-the-ass organised me.Before getting on the plane to Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-80503899813235605742020-05-23T00:22:00.003+03:002020-05-23T00:22:50.161+03:00Yaadein
I am grateful that I and my loved ones are safe and healthy. I am grateful that these are the only things that I am missing and not the basic necessities in life. Yet I wonder - why this suffering at all? Don't we have enough misery on Earth.
Hoping and praying for this to pass. Please take care..
Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-92071172629493454572020-04-29T22:18:00.000+03:002020-04-29T22:18:01.352+03:00Z is for... Zen with my Zen
I started driving a car in the year 2004 and began an
adventurous journey. Although I love my life in all its glory and don’t regret
a single moment, I have to say my years with a car were the best years of my
life.
You see, I started dating the Boy in the same year, and
without a car, I don’t know how I would have managed to romance him. His
college was in the outskirts of the city Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-17780271356555775212020-04-28T21:27:00.001+03:002020-04-28T21:27:34.985+03:00Y is for.. Yearbook tale
When I got her friend request on Facebook, I could not
recognise her at first. I scrolled her page to see all the pictures and
realised she was the same, quiet girl from school.
I still remember the first morning she had walked into our
class of 45 students. Her sparkling white shirt over crisp grey skirt
partitioned by a brand-new grey and red belt already disassociated her from the
rest Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5377147238671156941.post-49132586050510853842020-04-27T21:51:00.000+03:002020-04-27T22:00:36.478+03:00X is for... X'mas in Prague
There was a life before Covid19. A life in which we were
working crazy hours, travelling the world and planning an exciting 2020. I was
there too.
But before 2019 ended, the Boy and I decided to take an impromptu
trip to Prague. Normally, we plan our vacations one year in advance, but 2019
was different. We went to a Naturecare Institute for 13 days and badly needed a
vacation after that.Nishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17818499080695379994noreply@blogger.com20