“Who am I? What is my purpose? What do I with my hands when someone’s taking a picture of me?” are some of the questions that keep me up at ungodly hours of the night. I went to Nepal 3.5 weeks ago. It’s what I call a “Table for One” holiday. I was by myself, so there were a lot of selfies taken. On some of the days, I had someone to take a picture of me, but I’m really horrid when posing for a stranger – might as well take selfies. Also also also, in the past, I’ve put all my trust in strangers and given my best poses (okay maybe not my BEST poses) but they’ve let me down with their framing skills so now I just have trust issues. Also I carried ONE jacket for the entire trip and this ONE jacket has appeared in ALL the photos. I’m going to put this jacket away at the bottom of my woolens chest and make it resurface only 5 years later. Good jacket though. This was my no agenda, do whatever the hell your heart desires holiday. There were days when I’d go down for breakfast and the hotel staff would politely make small talk with me and enquire about my plans for the day and I’d reply with “nothing, no plans”. And I really did do nothing on some days. Saw the sunrise. Read a book. Took a walk. Ordered room service. Saw the sunset. Had some Barasinghe. Smiled a lot. Recalled memories from childhood. Said out affirmations into the crisp mountain air. ‘Niksen’ the Dutch call it. You’re talking to the girl who mastered the art of ‘Niksen’.
“Who am I? What is my purpose? What do I with my hands when someone’s taking a picture of me?” are some of the questions that keep me up at ungodly hours of the night. I went to Nepal 3.5 weeks ago. It’s what I call a “Table for One” holiday. I was by myself, so there were a lot of selfies taken. On some of the days, I had someone to take a picture of me, but I’m really horrid when posing for a stranger – might as well take selfies. Also also also, in the past, I’ve put all my trust in strangers and given my best poses (okay maybe not my BEST poses) but they’ve let me down with their framing skills so now I just have trust issues. Also I carried ONE jacket for the entire trip and this ONE jacket has appeared in ALL the photos. I’m going to put this jacket away at the bottom of my woolens chest and make it resurface only 5 years later. Good jacket though. This was my no agenda, do whatever the hell your heart desires holiday. There were days when I’d go down for breakfast and the hotel staff would politely make small talk with me and enquire about my plans for the day and I’d reply with “nothing, no plans”. And I really did do nothing on some days. Saw the sunrise. Read a book. Took a walk. Ordered room service. Saw the sunset. Had some Barasinghe. Smiled a lot. Recalled memories from childhood. Said out affirmations into the crisp mountain air. ‘Niksen’ the Dutch call it. You’re talking to the girl who mastered the art of ‘Niksen’.
“Who am I? What is my purpose? What do I with my hands when someone’s taking a picture of me?” are some of the questions that keep me up at ungodly hours of the night. I went to Nepal 3.5 weeks ago. It’s what I call a “Table for One” holiday. I was by myself, so there were a lot of selfies taken. On some of the days, I had someone to take a picture of me, but I’m really horrid when posing for a stranger – might as well take selfies. Also also also, in the past, I’ve put all my trust in strangers and given my best poses (okay maybe not my BEST poses) but they’ve let me down with their framing skills so now I just have trust issues. Also I carried ONE jacket for the entire trip and this ONE jacket has appeared in ALL the photos. I’m going to put this jacket away at the bottom of my woolens chest and make it resurface only 5 years later. Good jacket though. This was my no agenda, do whatever the hell your heart desires holiday. There were days when I’d go down for breakfast and the hotel staff would politely make small talk with me and enquire about my plans for the day and I’d reply with “nothing, no plans”. And I really did do nothing on some days. Saw the sunrise. Read a book. Took a walk. Ordered room service. Saw the sunset. Had some Barasinghe. Smiled a lot. Recalled memories from childhood. Said out affirmations into the crisp mountain air. ‘Niksen’ the Dutch call it. You’re talking to the girl who mastered the art of ‘Niksen’.
“Who am I? What is my purpose? What do I with my hands when someone’s taking a picture of me?” are some of the questions that keep me up at ungodly hours of the night. I went to Nepal 3.5 weeks ago. It’s what I call a “Table for One” holiday. I was by myself, so there were a lot of selfies taken. On some of the days, I had someone to take a picture of me, but I’m really horrid when posing for a stranger – might as well take selfies. Also also also, in the past, I’ve put all my trust in strangers and given my best poses (okay maybe not my BEST poses) but they’ve let me down with their framing skills so now I just have trust issues. Also I carried ONE jacket for the entire trip and this ONE jacket has appeared in ALL the photos. I’m going to put this jacket away at the bottom of my woolens chest and make it resurface only 5 years later. Good jacket though. This was my no agenda, do whatever the hell your heart desires holiday. There were days when I’d go down for breakfast and the hotel staff would politely make small talk with me and enquire about my plans for the day and I’d reply with “nothing, no plans”. And I really did do nothing on some days. Saw the sunrise. Read a book. Took a walk. Ordered room service. Saw the sunset. Had some Barasinghe. Smiled a lot. Recalled memories from childhood. Said out affirmations into the crisp mountain air. ‘Niksen’ the Dutch call it. You’re talking to the girl who mastered the art of ‘Niksen’.
“Who am I? What is my purpose? What do I with my hands when someone’s taking a picture of me?” are some of the questions that keep me up at ungodly hours of the night. I went to Nepal 3.5 weeks ago. It’s what I call a “Table for One” holiday. I was by myself, so there were a lot of selfies taken. On some of the days, I had someone to take a picture of me, but I’m really horrid when posing for a stranger – might as well take selfies. Also also also, in the past, I’ve put all my trust in strangers and given my best poses (okay maybe not my BEST poses) but they’ve let me down with their framing skills so now I just have trust issues. Also I carried ONE jacket for the entire trip and this ONE jacket has appeared in ALL the photos. I’m going to put this jacket away at the bottom of my woolens chest and make it resurface only 5 years later. Good jacket though. This was my no agenda, do whatever the hell your heart desires holiday. There were days when I’d go down for breakfast and the hotel staff would politely make small talk with me and enquire about my plans for the day and I’d reply with “nothing, no plans”. And I really did do nothing on some days. Saw the sunrise. Read a book. Took a walk. Ordered room service. Saw the sunset. Had some Barasinghe. Smiled a lot. Recalled memories from childhood. Said out affirmations into the crisp mountain air. ‘Niksen’ the Dutch call it. You’re talking to the girl who mastered the art of ‘Niksen’.
“Who am I? What is my purpose? What do I with my hands when someone’s taking a picture of me?” are some of the questions that keep me up at ungodly hours of the night. I went to Nepal 3.5 weeks ago. It’s what I call a “Table for One” holiday. I was by myself, so there were a lot of selfies taken. On some of the days, I had someone to take a picture of me, but I’m really horrid when posing for a stranger – might as well take selfies. Also also also, in the past, I’ve put all my trust in strangers and given my best poses (okay maybe not my BEST poses) but they’ve let me down with their framing skills so now I just have trust issues. Also I carried ONE jacket for the entire trip and this ONE jacket has appeared in ALL the photos. I’m going to put this jacket away at the bottom of my woolens chest and make it resurface only 5 years later. Good jacket though. This was my no agenda, do whatever the hell your heart desires holiday. There were days when I’d go down for breakfast and the hotel staff would politely make small talk with me and enquire about my plans for the day and I’d reply with “nothing, no plans”. And I really did do nothing on some days. Saw the sunrise. Read a book. Took a walk. Ordered room service. Saw the sunset. Had some Barasinghe. Smiled a lot. Recalled memories from childhood. Said out affirmations into the crisp mountain air. ‘Niksen’ the Dutch call it. You’re talking to the girl who mastered the art of ‘Niksen’.
“Who am I? What is my purpose? What do I with my hands when someone’s taking a picture of me?” are some of the questions that keep me up at ungodly hours of the night. I went to Nepal 3.5 weeks ago. It’s what I call a “Table for One” holiday. I was by myself, so there were a lot of selfies taken. On some of the days, I had someone to take a picture of me, but I’m really horrid when posing for a stranger – might as well take selfies. Also also also, in the past, I’ve put all my trust in strangers and given my best poses (okay maybe not my BEST poses) but they’ve let me down with their framing skills so now I just have trust issues. Also I carried ONE jacket for the entire trip and this ONE jacket has appeared in ALL the photos. I’m going to put this jacket away at the bottom of my woolens chest and make it resurface only 5 years later. Good jacket though. This was my no agenda, do whatever the hell your heart desires holiday. There were days when I’d go down for breakfast and the hotel staff would politely make small talk with me and enquire about my plans for the day and I’d reply with “nothing, no plans”. And I really did do nothing on some days. Saw the sunrise. Read a book. Took a walk. Ordered room service. Saw the sunset. Had some Barasinghe. Smiled a lot. Recalled memories from childhood. Said out affirmations into the crisp mountain air. ‘Niksen’ the Dutch call it. You’re talking to the girl who mastered the art of ‘Niksen’.
“Who am I? What is my purpose? What do I with my hands when someone’s taking a picture of me?” are some of the questions that keep me up at ungodly hours of the night. I went to Nepal 3.5 weeks ago. It’s what I call a “Table for One” holiday. I was by myself, so there were a lot of selfies taken. On some of the days, I had someone to take a picture of me, but I’m really horrid when posing for a stranger – might as well take selfies. Also also also, in the past, I’ve put all my trust in strangers and given my best poses (okay maybe not my BEST poses) but they’ve let me down with their framing skills so now I just have trust issues. Also I carried ONE jacket for the entire trip and this ONE jacket has appeared in ALL the photos. I’m going to put this jacket away at the bottom of my woolens chest and make it resurface only 5 years later. Good jacket though. This was my no agenda, do whatever the hell your heart desires holiday. There were days when I’d go down for breakfast and the hotel staff would politely make small talk with me and enquire about my plans for the day and I’d reply with “nothing, no plans”. And I really did do nothing on some days. Saw the sunrise. Read a book. Took a walk. Ordered room service. Saw the sunset. Had some Barasinghe. Smiled a lot. Recalled memories from childhood. Said out affirmations into the crisp mountain air. ‘Niksen’ the Dutch call it. You’re talking to the girl who mastered the art of ‘Niksen’.
Photos by @kiransaphotography and team
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Styled by @shefalideora_
Hair and make up @aashna_shah
Assisted by @shivu.bm.549
Managed by @vidhyaabreddy
Photos by @kiransaphotography and team
Outfit @lathaputtanna
Accessories @creativegemsandjewels
Styled by @shefalideora_
Hair and make up @aashna_shah
Assisted by @shivu.bm.549
Managed by @vidhyaabreddy
Photos by @kiransaphotography and team
Outfit @lathaputtanna
Accessories @creativegemsandjewels
Styled by @shefalideora_
Hair and make up @aashna_shah
Assisted by @shivu.bm.549
Managed by @vidhyaabreddy
Photos by @kiransaphotography and team
Outfit @lathaputtanna
Accessories @creativegemsandjewels
Styled by @shefalideora_
Hair and make up @aashna_shah
Assisted by @shivu.bm.549
Managed by @vidhyaabreddy
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1. I went to the hospital of my birth with my birth givers. Command Hospital, Udhampur, JnK. This was a bucket list item for me. To visit the place of my birth, the hospital where I took my first gulp of air and wailed so hard that the earth moved, to visit the first house that I ever lived in. WITH my parents. 2. I’ve been watching some really heart breaking stuff. It kills me but it also fuels me in ways I cannot describe. I watched One Day, In the Mood For Love, Past Lives. This was a show called Normal People. So frustrating. Why are some characters so difficult? You want to box their ears and give them a mouthful. Please suggest more of this stuff? Love me a good cry sesh. 😌 also Paul Mescal 🤤 3. Spotted these ropes on an evening walk one day and I decided to monkey around with my niece only to be taught a lesson in humility. Later that day I was sent a video on the right way to tackle ropes. In theory I’m now very very good at climbing ropes. 🥲 4. Friends I dubbed in Tamil for the very first time and wahowwww what a milestone it feels like. I’d tested for Vikram Vedha and for Iragupatru too but third time’s the charm. 🙂 5. An excerpt from a book I was reading in Nepal. 6. Ya it me 7. How Pani Puri is eaten in my house and how it should be eaten according to ancient scriptures 8. Went for my friend’s baby’s 1st birthday. That’s where the fun is at. Adult birthday parties are boring. No chips and no cutlets/puffs/samosas? Blasphemous 9. Raju ji my hiking guide in Nepal was quite the funny type 10. What.
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