(MY POV ) ON THIS FLOATING WORLD

Hey loves❤️, So lately, my new habit is falling asleep without even realizing it. Like, one moment I’m just scrolling through videos, and the next it’s morning, and I’ve clocked in a full eight hours of sleep like some disciplined wellness influencer. The joke? I never planned it. My own bedtime is out here making decisions without consulting me😶‍🌫️. And sure, eight hours of sleep sounds great like people literally beg for that but sometimes it feels like my to-do list is the one paying the price. I’ll be like, “Okay, tonight I’ll write my blog,” and instead my eyelids just shut down operations. No warning, no chance to argue. Bedtime betrayal at its finest. Is it good or bad? Honestly, a mix. Good, because I do wake up fresh (and maybe that explains the rare good hair mornings🎀). Bad, because I feel like I’ve skipped out on something I actually wanted to do. But maybe this is just life’s way of reminding me that rest is productive, even when it’s not on the schedule. So...

Hey lovess ❤️, Let’s talk about the real villain of my life: the Chennai sun. Like, honestly, I step out for two minutes and boom 💥 I’m not a girl anymore, I’m basically a sundae in slow motion. Hair? Frizzing. Makeup? Melting. Attitude? Still serving, but with extra sweat sparkles 💦 ✨. It’s almost poetic, though. You know that feeling when your ice cream scoop slides off the cone and hits the ground? That’s me trying to look cute while waiting for my ride. Except the ice cream is my dignity, and the cone is… well, me, barely holding things together. And honestly, the heat makes even the simplest things feel like a mission💯. Standing at the bus stop? You’re basically roasting. Walking to class? By the time you reach, your outfit’s sticking to you and your kajal’s halfway down your cheek. Even grabbing a juice feels like a survival tactic instead of a treat. And the worst part? Your head feels like a hot plate, I mean touch your skull and you’ll wonder if someone’s frying...

Hey lovess ❤️,  So, I don’t even know how to explain this without sounding like a total daydreamer, ever since my teenage years, I’ve had this one glittery dream that refuses to leave me. NYC!! Yep, the New York City. The city that never sleeps, the one with yellow cabs zipping around, streets glowing at midnight, and skyscrapers that basically touch the clouds. Back then, I used to picture myself walking down those busy streets in my chic outfit, coffee in one hand, a stack of fashion magazines in the other, totally looking like I belonged. And working in an actual fashion magazine office there? Ugh, that has always been my daydream🤌🏻 Like imagine me surrounded by glossy covers, deadlines, and that fabulous chaos. It felt like my movie moment. Now, of course, I’m not like desperately holding on to that dream anymore. Life changes, and so do l. But still… the thought of living in New York, even for a while, makes my heart do a little happy danc...

Hey lovess❤️, So, apparently my brain has a favorite time to throw a full-on TED Talk at me… and that’s 3 A.M. Like, why can’t it do this at 3 P.M. when I’m actually awake and caffeinated? Nope. At 3 A.M., when the whole world is dead silent, my mind is out here narrating my life like it’s some dramatic rom-com film. Sometimes it’s cute though🎀. I’ll suddenly think about that one dream I left half-finished, or that one outfit idea I never tried. Other times, it’s not so flattering like my brain really loves reminding me of embarrassing things I did in sixth grade. But honestly, there’s a weird kind of magic in it. At that hour, the thoughts don’t come dressed up or filtered. They’re raw, messy, funny and dramatic, it's basically me, but with zero chill. And maybe that’s the point? 3 A.M. is like this secret little world where I get to meet myself without distractions. It’s chaotic, yes, but it’s also where some of my best (and weirdest) ideas are born. So, the next tim...

Hey lovess ❤️,  So tomorrow is my ethnic walk and my brain is literally doing kuchipudi and ballet at the same time. Like, I’m excited, but also lowkey nervous because it’s not just a runway, it’s the runway, but ethnic style. Which means: not the robotic model walk. Nope. This is about grace, tradition, and serving face while making sure I don’t trip over my saree or pallu. Picture this: eyes on me, music in the air, my outfit flowing, jewellery shining and me, internally screaming “don’t fall, don’t fall” while externally serving “ queen of elegance .” That’s basically the vibe. Ethnic walk isn’t about speed; it’s about poise, a little drama, and sprinkling that desi glamour on the stage. Because tomorrow, Iam not gonna just walk also I glide. I breathe in the fabric, hold the poise, and become the statement, not trying to be anyone else but my own ethnic version of a runway story. And maybe that’s the real fun right? The mix of nerves and excitement that becomes the...

Being alone isn’t something I’m afraid of anymore. I’ve realized it’s not the same as loneliness. It’s actually one of the most peaceful things once you start embracing it. For me, being alone is where I feel the most like myself, no noise, no expectations, just me. When I get time for myself, I do little things that make me happy. Sometimes it’s skincare, sometimes shopping, sometimes just lying down with music playing in the background. Even making coffee for myself feels different when I’m not rushing. These small rituals make my alone time feel special. I’ve also learned that being alone isn’t a gap that needs to be filled. It’s more like freedom... freedom to breathe, to think, to just exist without having to explain anything to anyone. It feels like being my own best friend. And the best part? Once you enjoy your own company, being with others becomes more meaningful. You don’t go to people because you feel empty you go because you want to share your wholeness with th...