Self explanatory, really.
I mean, who doesn’t get off by wedging in an hour reading up on polyvagal theory, epigenetics and how to heal unresolved trauma and inflammation, while the kids are squealing with delight upstairs in @hamleys_india?
@coucou_patisserie @the.holistic.psychologist
I’ve kind of given up on makeup when I go out. And heels. And dressing to please others. Surface social making nice about things that don’t matter.
Now I have more energy to people watch. For relationships (like the one pictured here) For genuine commemoration of places and folks that have touched me.
Happy anniversary @olivemumbai
Much love to @adsingholive and Sabs
Thank you for coaxing this hermit from her cave @dipikablacklist
📸 @shwetakonnurmenon
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Honeyed moments with my girls. I grew up with a reverence for the natural world, which I’m trying to pass on in an age of iPads and Peppa Pig on demand amongst easy distractions. After just a few months in Mumbai, my girls are refusing to walk 🙈 I mean, this really freaks me out. Fortunately there’s @hilton_shillim just a few hours out of the concrete jungle, where we can all regulate our nervous systems to bird song and rustling leaves. ‘What’s that sound?’ my girls asked me last night when we lay on our backs on the grass, staring at the liquid night sky. ‘Crickets?’ I offered. ‘No, it’s quiet.’ Sufi replied.
Thanks @itr_by_khyatipande for our dreamy, mindfully crafted, matching outfits.
#ouralbumcover
Pure serendipity that we ended up coordinating in our @itr_by_khyatipande matching ensembles with Wally the pony.
Thanks @hilton_shillim @dharana_shillim for indulging Sufi and Soleil with some extra special experiences 🙏🏼
Honeyed moments with my girls. I grew up with a reverence for the natural world, which I’m trying to pass on in an age of iPads and Peppa Pig on demand amongst easy distractions. After just a few months in Mumbai, my girls are refusing to walk 🙈 I mean, this really freaks me out. Fortunately there’s @hilton_shillim just a few hours out of the concrete jungle, where we can all regulate our nervous systems to bird song and rustling leaves. ‘What’s that sound?’ my girls asked me last night when we lay on our backs on the grass, staring at the liquid night sky. ‘Crickets?’ I offered. ‘No, it’s quiet.’ Sufi replied.
Thanks @itr_by_khyatipande for our dreamy, mindfully crafted, matching outfits
Dubai diaries in celebration of my love @dipikablacklist 💗
@hilton_shillim @dharana_shillim
Where to next?
I heard it said: Spirituality is creating experiences of meaning. Sharing a glimpse of how we amused ourselves creating memories and meaning with trumpet flowers and Jimmy the dog @hilton_shillim @dharana_shillim
(Special appearance by Jimmy)
Catch them young 📖
@thewhitecrowstore @jioworlddrive
Honeyed moments with my girls. I grew up with a reverence for the natural world, which I’m trying to pass on in an age of iPads and Peppa Pig on demand amongst easy distractions. After just a few months in Mumbai, my girls are refusing to walk 🙈 I mean, this really freaks me out. Fortunately there’s @hilton_shillim just a few hours out of the concrete jungle, where we can all regulate our nervous systems to bird song and rustling leaves. ‘What’s that sound?’ my girls asked me last night when we lay on our backs on the grass, staring at the liquid night sky. ‘Crickets?’ I offered. ‘No, it’s quiet.’ Sufi replied.
Thanks @itr_by_khyatipande for our mindfully crafted matching outfits
@dharana_shillim #dharanawayoflife
Always spicy and occasionally sweet.
@dharana_shillim
(Heard of the old banana peel trick?)
Nourishment
❤️@avnidoshi
Catch them young 📚
@thewhitecrowstore @jioworlddrive
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Repost @kidskuriocity : These tiny artists never let me hold their hand and I love their passion for art. They want to mess up, they want to cry but the best part is they always want to “re-try”. Way to go girls… You are truly adorable and messing up (ofcourse with colours 😉) is always beautiful, so keep doing that forever😘😘😘
Happy Birthday my sister, my love @dipikablacklist
Can’t thank you enough for spending it with us ✈️🏖💗
Missing you @shainaagarwala @jaiagarwala @rahulagarwala
Repost from @parogoodearth using @RepostRegramApp – “With the singing curlews and herons, the forests, which are covered with mist and full of barley and wheat, shine as the sun is rising.”
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The onset of Margashirsha transforms the world from the gaiety and festivities of Sharad rtu to stillness and solitude. Margashirsha month marks the start of the two cold rtus that comprise winters – Hemanta rtu and Shishir rtu.
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The perfect balance between the Sun and the Moon which characterised Sharad rtu now gives way to misty mornings and cold days. As fresh snow blankets the Himalayas, frost begins to harden the ground in the mornings.
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And we all begin to seek the elusive warmth of the Sun.
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Margashirsha Mas: 20 November – 19 December
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Image: In Kedarnath one wakes up to a layer of frost on the water in the month of November. Picture was taken by Nilakshi Sharma @theyellowcow, Paro’s Head of Content, on her recent journey to Kedarnath.
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#parogoodearth #hemantartu #winter #seasonsarepauses #changeofseasons #invitationtopause
Be engulfed by these fiery and lyrical poems. I am so proud of your published poetry debut @karunaezara
May you always set our inner worlds alight.
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The Great Indian Rope Trick
There is a woman in me rising
out of all the ones that aren’t.
She is being pulled forth
by the oiled plait of her dark hair
slithering skyward –
will it turn to noose
halfway, like a trick?
Is it even a sky or a blue glass
ceiling waiting sharp, a vicious
cloud festooned guillotine.
She is being born, lotus-foot-first,
running, baby bud feet on cracked earth,
she is surpassing six million years
of something erroneously called evolution,
a pataki, an umbilical cord shooting backwards through time, to chase down the first patriarch
and feed him the tough seeds of his daughter’s freedom.
She is rising and rising through the fault lines
of failed humanity, bursting,
like some manic radical stalk
through history
to seize and scoop through the soil
all the ones that aren’t
till they come gasping up for the air
that’s forever been theirs.
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Excerpt from #WhereStoriesGather available now wherever fine poetry can be harvested like chestnuts and folded into your palms 💗
@harpercollinsin
