Hello lovelies …. wishing you all a very Happy Diwali and Happy New Year …
Hello lovelies …. wishing you all a very Happy Diwali and Happy New Year …
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Hi loves, it all started when I turned over in my bed to face the man sleeping next to me. With my brain still sleepy, the subconscious mind very alert and the conscious mind still in a semi slumber, the word “LOVE” just popped up in my head. This really got me in a twist. Typically the first word that pops up into my brain at this time is “tea”. You see I am not one of those sappy, puppy eyed, lovey-dovey women who feel their husband/partner is the center of the universe and their whole world revolves around them. Or that the sun rises and sets with their man.
Au contraire, I am a lady, who announces very publicly among friends and family alike that “I love my space” from my hubby, kids and maid as well. Yea… I have no qualms in admitting that. I love my space. I cannot be around my family 24*7, day after day. Nor do I believe in always putting their needs ahead of my own. I believe in taking care of my self first. Physically, mentally and emotionally. My mantra of life is
“You cannot pour from an empty cup.”
This doesn’t insinuate that I am selfish, uncaring and don’t give a fig about my hubby. I love Mr. D. beyond myself.
So to come back to my early morning, semi sleepy reverie….”LOVE”.
I was confused as to why this word was the first one that came to my mind that morning. I mean it is the most commonly used, abused, over used, pseudo used (yes it’s a word I have made up) of the century. So I got out of bed, made a cuppa, sat on my swing, in my balcony and started thinking about it.
WHAT IS LOVE?
Is it the fluttering of butterflies in our stomach every time we see our partner? I am not so sure because every time my stomach flutters it is either because I am hungry, or sick from overeating. (The lock down has made this part worse) and about to throw up.
Is it the exciting breathlessness you feel when he/she is close? Then why does it happen when I climb a few stairs? Or when I run behind my little one, trying to shove beetroot juice down her throat? Nah. I have come to the conclusion that my breathlessness has more to do with poor stamina than love.
Or is it wanting to spend hours alone with the person? Talking and planning your future together, looking at the rising sun. I am not sure about this one too. If my hubby and I spend more than a few days together we end up fighting …. a lot. No holds barred, screaming match, drama type. In my arguments with him I will not only involve him but also his family, especially mummyji, the cat and the dog (and they aren’t even ours). I am not a fair fighter. Yes I admit it. I also admit to hiding this particular blog post from him. I also admit to never admitting this to him.
Is love, then, the constant physical attraction towards your partner? The lust and wanting that arises in your body, when he is freshly showered, or the wanting that arises in you when your man is smelling of that strong, heady fragrance of whisky mixed with his favorite brand of cigar? Yes but only partly.
So then again…..WHAT IS LOVE?
An incident from 4-5 years came to my mind. It was morning and my little daughter had to be sent to school. I hadn’t slept all night because of a cold and only in the wee hours of the morning could I grab some sleep without snoring like a machine that had it’s battery running. My little one has waist long hair and they needed to be combed. I was forcing myself out of bed when I saw my husband, comb in hand, rubber band in mouth combing her hair. Through half closed eyes I could see him sitting behind her, struggling to get a control of her long thick hair, all the while being gentle, so as not to hurt her. After a long struggle with the rubber band and comb, he managed to make a fairly decent braid. Yes a braid, no less. He knows I never send her to school with her hair open so he made a braid. In that moment I loved him like never before. Never have I felt such a strong rush of emotion, in my throat, eyes and my heart. I felt a sense of gratitude to him, for not waking me up, for not doing a half baked job combing her hair either.
I quickly grabbed my cell and took a picture, he didn’t even realize it. It still is my favorite picture in my gallery.
Another incident came to my mind. We had just had a huge fight. I don’t even remember what it was about. We were on the warpath. Mr D and I. Suddenly my parents dropped in, unannounced. My mortal fear was that he would not talk to them properly. Or to me . They may realise we were arguing. But to my utter shock and bewilderment, Mr D was his normal, most loving, considerate self with them. In the two hours they spent with us, Mr D discussed, politics, whisky and the stock market with my dad as is their usual routine. Not just that he was absolutely respectful of me too. My mom couldn’t figure out that we had been fighting upto the minute they rang the bell. And that says it all. (Moms have a knack of being the first ones to smell trouble in paradise.)
Then it hit me like a tornado…….
Love is just another word for… care, respect, loyalty and putting your partner’s needs before yours.
Yes….. love goes by many other names…..
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Hi loves, hope you all are staying home and keeping yourself and others safe. These are unprecedented times (at least in the near past), but they will pass. Faith- in God, our government and our humanity will see us through this.
In this time, when we are isolated from friends, family and loved ones, living in our own homes, the internet has come to our rescue in more ways than one. Suddenly its our new best friend. The World Wide Web is everyone’s happy place. It is the modern day Santa Claus, bringing us gifts ranging from the World News to yummy food recipes to keep our kids tummies full to video chatting with everyone, health apps to stay healthy at home, home delivery services though limited. Among all these fabulous gifts of joy the net brings us daily, one particular one that stands out for me is the hundreds of home workout videos people are posting on all known Social media these days.
There are a lot of videos, memes and other content being posted on Facebook, Instagram and other social media. Tik Tok has some really creative people who could have given Mr Charlie Chaplin a run for his money. May his soul RIP.
Among all this content my attention is particularly drawn to the “Work Out At Home” videos being posted by fitness enthusiasts on a daily basis. Suddenly it seems like everyone is a self proclaimed fitness instructor. They are all over this virtual gym, jumping at us from Instagram stories, FB and what not.
Now, please don’t get me wrong but I am one of those people who exercise to stay fit, who exercise so they don’t fall sick. Who exercise but never with a smile, in fact I have invented a few cuss words just coz the ones we know do not describe my feelings well enough while exercising. Suffice to say, I workout just enough that I don’t die an early death.
I open Facebook and suddenly I see someone in workout gear, doing burpees, all pimped up and sipping on their protein shake, counting to 8 and then backwards if you please, as I sit in my pyjamas drinking shocking amounts of caffine.
As if the Covid is not making me feel bad enough I now have to deal with these people. Hey cut me some slack. It is tough enough as it is ….don’t make me feel worse.
Just yesterday I was scrolling through the Instagram stories of one of my friends, just so that I could feel happy and connected, when I came across a workout video of hers, doing lunges in her balcony. Oh yes! LEG LUNGES. All the way from one end of her balcony to the other. Needless to say, I felt depressed and unhappy and felt some relief only once I had “unfollowed” her.
Instagram is full of stories of people working out in their bedrooms, balconies, on a 6 by 2 mat and if nothing else is available, just on bare floors. Did I mention that if weights are not available, now you can’t even use that as an excuse. I have a you tuber happily yelling out information that I can use my own body weight to exercise. Yay. Fucking Yay.
Social media has these pics all over. Heck some people post a daily pic of before and after a workout. A daily one. Really? Buddy unless you are Dwayne the God Johnson, you look the same even after a week of workout.
There are burpees flying at you, the inchworm walk, inching up on you, raising your guilt pangs times 100. The worse are the squats. My eternal nemesis. I have still not mastered the correct way to do these despite trying for years. How do you pretend to sit on a chair which is not there and not actually fall backwards? No really. How?
Oh and I saw another friend on FB pushing her living room furniture around to do an upper body workout. Yes. I had to rub my eyes a couple of times, sit up straight, pinch myself till I drew out my own blood then realized it wasn’t a dream. This was actually her idea of fun and she was so happy to share it with others. Almost as happy as lord Krishna was when he shared life knowledge with Arjun on the battlefield amid a few thousand soldiers trying to kill them in the Mahabharata. Did I mention I have Unfriended her on Social Media and am seriously thinking of doing the same in real life. If you are going to make me feel worse about myself, I don’t need you. My maids and kids are doing a damn good job of it already.
Feeling even worse about myself for not exercising, I thought of having a chat with my friends on one of my whatapp groups. I had barely finished saying hello, and a very dear friend put up a short video of mopping her home in a miniskirt. A workout plus a clean house. Two in one she said. Another delete from my contact list.
Tik Tok, Youtube and other media are no less. Everyday there are at least 10 videos in my feed telling me that I need not get worried about the gym being closed. I can workout from the comfort of my home. I was like….. really? Do people get worried if they can’t go to the gym. I generally get worried if I cant go to the loo or the fridge. Or to ZARA.
Well, one morning I got highly motivated and decided to shape up my life and booty. So I wore my gym leggings that promised to shape my butt and make it look better. At this point I wondered why I needed to workout if these leggings already existed and could lift my ass up a couple of inches. Anyways, out came the Nike sports bra from its hole in the wardrobe. Had to dust off little particles of dust from it before wearing it. I put on my music and headphone but it’s battery decided that this was the perfect time to die out. This needs a lot more preparation I realized.
Well, I have seriously had enough of these workout videos. Maybe I will feel differently tomorrow and go back to my exercise mat (yes I have one despite all the bitching about exercising) and try again.
But for now, the box of donuts on the dining table is winning the war against washboard abs.
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can use your own body weight to exercise, . i KNOW that pal. already. i am not interested. period.
look I lok at it like this, the world is in shock, we dont know what has hit us. ita tough times for everyone. we are alllocked up in our houses. suddenly FB, Instagram, the internet , all of it, is our new best friend, our souce of connectivity to the world. the one thing keeping us together in this time of Social Distancing. when i log on to these media I wanna see good news and thingsd that make me geel good, in an otherwise bad scaenario.
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Hi lovelies, hope you all are keeping yourself and others safe in these difficult times.
I had to write this particular blog. It is unlike my other blogs which are fun, funny and light-hearted. You may find this one a bit serious as compared to them, but like I said, I just had to write it.
The last few weeks have been challenging for the whole world. No one has been spared by the Coronavirus. No one. Not even the Prince. It has invaded our lives, conversations, mindspace and physical space.
As I practice self isolation, I have had plenty of time to reflect on lots of aspects of my daily life.
So here I am, sharing a few lessons from this calamity that has befallen us all. The idea behind this share is that maybe some of you resonate with this.
HERE IS WHAT THIS VIRUS IS TEACHING ME DAILY:
2. Strap on those gorgeous sandals: The story is the same with my footwear. High heels, low heels, kitten heels, wedge heels, all of them are just standing tall and pretty in the cupboard waiting to be worn on a “special occasion” or a “perfect day”. My golden, strappy sandals, that are my favorite pair. I will love to wear them everyday but everytime I take them out to wear, I convince myself to keep them for a “special day” and put them back on the shoe shelf. Well, what is this “special day”? When will it come? The white, summer wedge sandals that make heads turn everytime I wear them have now turned Ecru yet I keep saving them for a “perfect day”. That day comes around rarely and the Coronavirus is a reality now.
3. Get the pretty jewellery out: Rows and rows of earrings, lying neatly in my jewellery drawers. Shiny, sparkly, beautiful baubles, pretty pearls, that make me happy just seeing them. “I will wear them to the new club when I go next Saturday”. Guess what? The Coronavirus came before the next Saturday. “Oh! this one is too pretty to be worn on a regular day”. How I crave those regular days now. The story is the same for silver necklaces, pretty link chains and vintage pendants. “I will wear this on that day”. “This piece is perfect for so and so day”. “Today is nothing special so let me save it for a special day”.
Yes…. that thought has come to my mind so many times.
TODAY IS NOTHING SPECIAL.
TODAY IS A REGULAR DAY. NOTHING SPECIAL.
Well, I am now realizing that those days were pretty special. Each one of those days. They were precious. The world was not scared like this. Things were going on smoothly. Life was actually pretty great.
THOSE DAYS WERE SPECIAL.
EACH DAY WAS A SPECIAL OCCASION. JUST BECAUSE IT WAS A REGULAR DAY.
Those were days that deserved to be celebrated. They deserved my best. They deserved my gratitude.
And not just our material things the same analogy applies to all other aspect of our lives.
Today is the perfect day to tell my husband one more time that I love him. To kiss my kids longer and harder. To call a friend I have fallen out with. To forgive someone who hurt me.
TODAY IS A PRETTY DARN SPECIAL DAY.
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Hi lovelies….now this is a topic really close to my heart.
THE SELFIE CULTURE!!!!!!!
Well…I announce it like a statement, not a sentence and yes I end it with an exclamation mark because that’s how big a phenomenon it is.
WHY ARE PEOPLE CLICKING SO MANY SELFIES AND GROUP SELFIES?
This is a very common phenomenon on Planet Gurgaon. More common than shaking hands and saying hello. It’s as if we meet someone and instead of saying hi/ hello we say “come! let’s take a selfie….”
Firstly let me clarify what I am talking about, (read as… save my ass from getting kicked by half of Gurgaon.) Taking too many pictures of yourself or with other people at a single event be it a party, in the gym, at the club, lounge bar, coffee shop or a get-together with friends etc…and then promptly posting them on all known and semi-known and unknown social media.
Now, before I am crucified here, I must say there is no harm in clicking a selfie or two or three or clicking pictures with your gang of people.. is there a word for it? groupie? Maybe….. just to preserve the memory of the place/ event. Heck I do that too..
However I am completely baffled when people feel the need to click 75 selfies or group selfies at a single event, in the same clothes, with the same people, and the same duck face. You go to a party, see a nice sofa, sit on it and get clicked, by all means, sure, but to click your pic on the same damn sofa, in various postures and poses that would put even a yoga guru to shame, till such time that the thread count of the sofa has reduced from 500 to 150… well …. why ? Why on earth? Why?
I have attended so many parties now on this party-crazy planet Gurgaon. Each time I see more and more of this insanity, gathering momentum faster than a miniskirt gathers attention.
Everywhere you go… it’s there… at coffee shops, lounge bars, clubs, heck even at a beauty parlor. People are taking selfies with hair golden from color and lips red from threading. Sometimes I have to physically stop myself from screaming out “lady at least wait for the red lip to settle down”.
Why on earth do some people need to click so many pictures of themselves? No really…. who are we trying to impress?
Our neighbors? Please remember they have seen us standing in our balcony early morning scratching our arse with one hand, cup of tea in the other. They have also very likely heard us and our spouse, in the middle of an argument, yelling at the top of our voices, calling each other the choicest of words, so they are certainly not falling for our “I woke up like this”, “we are so in love” routine online.
Are we trying to impress people at work? Well, they have also seen the boss kick our ass from time to time, so that doesn’t cut it either. The ones who sit in close proximity to us also might have heard us hissing and spouting venom at our spouse if they change a plan suddenly, or call to say that they might be late, and we need to pick up the kid from daycare.
Are we trying to impress our acquaintances? Well… we all have a few close friends and many acquaintances. As a result of staying in a place for a sufficient amount of time. Now… these are friends who meet you very nicely at a social do, have a hearty laugh with you, have a couple of drinks and then bid adieu once the night is over, till the next social do. They don’t think of you, worry about you, care too much for you, ask you about your kids, spouse, dog /cat. So is it really worth our time, energy and Data Plan to post endless selfies of ourselves at parties, in the forest, in the club , etc.. etc… for their benefit?
That leaves us with our close 3 AM friends…. now, they know each and everything about us, they know when we have fought with our spouse, when we have a tiff with in-laws, when we exchange a few words with our sister in law etc. They also know what marks our kids are getting at school, how much and what brand of make-up we wear to get the “no make-up” look. So really, this is the last category of people we need to try and impress. They have seen us in times of flu, fevers and suspicious rashes. So there. These guys love us no matter what…
So to come back to the main question.
Who are we trying to impress?
To me it seems like , and this is completely my personal opinion, before the free- the- nipple, burn- the- bra ladies judge me, our selfie/groupie obsessed friends don’t trust themselves to make a personally good impression when they meet someone in person. Why? Do you not have anything worthwhile to say? An opinion worth sharing? Do you not trust yourself to make an intelligent conversation? Why do you feel that the only way to get people to remember you is to post 101 pics of yours on social media the next day?
If I meet someone at a party and we have an interesting conversation and I walk away feeling mentally stimulated, there are greater chances of my remembering her/ him the next day, rather than seeing their selfies/group selfies on social media.
Another big disconnect I have is, when you are at a party busy taking selfies, with all and sundry around, you cannot connect deeply with anyone. You cannot have a meaningful conversation with anybody. I have seen this happen countless times at a party, the selfie lovers make it a point to click pics with all the group members, and promptly post them on FB, Whatsapp groups, and the much popular Tik-Tok. Well not promptly… just as long as it takes to edit, Beauty Plus and filter the picture. Let me not even get started on the filters our selfie lovers are using these days. Sometimes it makes the person look so different that I have to do a double take and say… hey… were these people there at the party too?
Do you not feel that you are missing out on great food, great conversations, great wine, or Toddy that seems to be the flavor of this winter season?
As I pondered on this question, my phone alarm rang and dragged me out of my reverie, reminding me that I have to leave for Yoga class in a while. Well… off I go to start my day with yoga and pranayam…. but first… let me take a Selfie….
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So a few days ago I was invited to a rocking party on this rocking planet Gurgaon that many of us call home. It was a big bash at a good friends place. The host couple were celebrating 20 years of not killing each other. Well a lot of page 3 types were invited, including yours truly though my social life doesn’t even qualify me to be on page 6. Or any other multiple of 3.
But I love going to these big parties. I love observing what all the gorgeous women are wearing. Most of all I love checking out their nails. As I mentioned in my last blog, I co-own a nail studio in Gurgaon called Nailicious. If they have been done at my studio I meet these girlies with big smiles and hugs, if not …. well … gives me an idea of the competition and I spend a lot of time thinking of many creative ways of killing them.
So on the evening of the party, me and my better half, Mr. D, got dressed up and left for the party. I was dressed in my finest and Mr. D was, well, … just dressed. He is a guy who dresses to please no one except himself. But then, that’s what I admire about him so much. He is a man very confident in his own skin. But I am not going to write too many lovey dovey things about him on the blog because he doesn’t read my blogs anyway. In fact I have realised that if I ever want to start a fight with him, “have u read my latest blog’ is a great opening line.
We reached the party and boy, was it a sizzling one. I immediately observing the fabulous, good looking men and women there. I knew most of them well. Some were friends, others acquaintances, some perfect strangers. Soon I saw my gang and started mingling with them, glass in hand, eyes on nails.
The food was yummy, the alcohol yummier. After a while I guess everyone was happy, buzzing and various in between stages. I was just casually looking around when I noticed a lady acquaintance of mine. I almost waved to her but realised she was not looking at me but giving gorgeous smiles to a gentleman not far from me. He, in turn, raised the drink in his hand, ever so slightly and acknowledged her. Let me set things in perspective. Here was a group of 40-50 year olds, married to their respective partners for 15 plus years, well settled and (hopefully) very much in love with each other.
So, to come back to the lady and gentlemen in question. She was pretty, he was dashing. They were very much married to different people and were not that drunk to forget that fact completely. Well, my eyes happened to catch this friendly, visual banter between them. I put it down to a co-incidence, after all we all have to look somewhere… it rather be a pleasant picture than an unpleasant one. But the woman in me was alert. I promise, I meant no interference, it was just a natural reaction on my part. I looked again and then again. There it was, the lady gave him another sideways glance and he caught it and returned it with a smile. Now I was interested. I was getting tired standing in one place so I changed my position in my group of girls. I promise it wasn’t to observe them better. Well, at least, that is my story and I am sticking to it.
This little peek a boo continued all night. She would look shyly at him, with half a smile, he would either smile back or nod his head. All this while they kept talking to and standing with their respective friends. Soon the music started playing and we all got on the dance floor. all except Mr. D coz he hates to dance as much as I love to.
Soon they were on the dance floor too. Dancing away with their friends, in their own different circles. I watched closely. Ok, so sue me. Sure enough, very gently and slowly they moved around till they were a part of one big circle dancing in the centre of the stage. Amused and interested, I kept watching for this story to unfold. The dancing continued and so did the meeting of the eyes and the swaying of the hips.
However they didn’t talk to each other or make any effort to dance with each other. After a while dinner was served. Mr. D and I ate and left soon after.
All through the drive home and later as I applied my face mask, covered my eyes with cucumber slices, and lay down on my bed, my mind went back to the game I had just witnessed. I realised it was nothing more than a lighthearted flirtation. Just something between two strangers, one evening, at a party. This made me question…….
Is harmless flirtation really cheating?
Does this scenario qualify you as a cheater, cheating on your spouse? Do you need to feel guilty about this? Does this mean you are not 100 percent committed to your spouse?
Is this harmful or just harmless fun? Something that happened between two people who may never meet again.
I kept pondering on this and am still not clear about the correct answer here.
Will love to hear your views on this dear readers.
Let me know….
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Hi lovelies, I am back after a bit if a break. For those of you who were wondering where I was, well I have opened a nail studio in Gurgaon or Planet Gurgaon as I like to call it. It’s a lovely little studio, calming, for your down time or me time or just anytime. I was going crazy with that, though my kids say that’s just an excuse, I am plain crazy.
Well, as I am settling in my nail studio, the writer in me once again starts calling and here I am. Like they say, you can never forget your first love. Thankfully, the same rule is null and void when it comes to the first man love in my life. Utterly forgettable.
So a couple of days back I was invited to a friend’s birthday party in one of the lounge/bars that are a signature of Planet Gurgaon. We may be facing a water shortage but thankfully that is not a problem we face with our alcohol.
For those of my readers who live on Planet Gurgaon you know what a ladies night is, unless you live under a rock, and even then you would know. For those who are not living on this rocking and rolling planet, well, it’s the one night in a week, generally mid week, when certain cocktails and other cheap alcoholic drinks are free for women who come to the club. I mean “on the house”. So naturally these nights are very popular among the ladies, hence the term “Ladies Night”.
After all, we are all tired at the end of the day, after taking care of work, kids, handsome Haryanavi boys and dealing with our maids. The last one specially makes us want to run to the watering hole faster that you can say free drinks.
So “Ladies Night”, is the night of the week that all Gurgaon ladies look forward to. We want to catch up with girlfriends, chit chat, observe what other women are wearing, etc. Earlier I would observe other women’s fashion sense, hairstyles, makeup but since I have opened up a nail salon, my eyes make a beeline for a woman’s hands and I see if she gets her nails done or not. In either case I feel an irresistible urge to give her my cell number and tell her to come to my nail studio for a nail makeover. Takes a superhuman effort on my part to fight this urge. Also it is not possible to just walk over to a girl and give her my contact details without attracting shocked stares and hush hush whispers debating my “tendencies”.
So well, here I was, looking forward to the ladies night with my ladies and my Cosmoplitan, I reached the bar all dressed up.
Well the minute I opened the doors to the bar, my brain did a somersault. I wasn’t sure if I was at the right place. Hey…. whatever happened to ladies night? The place was swarming with men. And I mean literally swarming. They were everywhere, every damn where, more men than ladies. I was dazed for a second. “Here a man, there a man everywhere a man man”. The nursery rhyme “old man Donald had a farm… here a hen there a hen everywhere a hen hen, e-i-e-i-o”, I learnt in my Nursery class, of my convent school, was going on in my head albeit a version of it the sisters at my convent would not appreciate very much. I was like hey…. this is ladies night, right? My friend whispered yes love, that’s why so many men here.
Well, I navigated my way through an ocean of men, not complaining ladies, not complaining, and reached my friends. We all chatted for a while, and then I sat in a corner with my group. I love to do this. It gives me a chance to just look around. Suddenly the thought came to me…. why are so many men here? Surely they know the free drinks are for the ladies only. They still gotta pay for theirs.
After a while we girls headed to the dance floor and there too I saw men dancing in groups together…. really? My brain did another somersault. The only time you see a thing like this is at our Punjabi weddings, in front of the horse carrying the groom. They saw us dancing nearby and soon enough a few of them slowly inched their way or rather danced their way to us. I could sense an “introduction” coming up so quickly danced my way back to my seat. As I was observing this song and dance routine, literally and metaphorically, I was wondering why these guys are here?
Are they really here to meet women, to chat up, hook up? and men I want to ask you this…. would a woman really entertain you seriously if you met her in a bar, on a ladies night, instead of more organically?
I kept wondering where were the glorious days of meeting people the old fashioned way? At a friends’s party? Or a cousin’s wedding? where youngsters or sometimes even the not so youngsters would play peek-a boo throughout the big, fat four-day wedding? And then they would gather the courage to tell a friend, who would then tell another friend who would then plan a meet -up.
As I sit in my nail studio i am still wondering the answer to this question…. my nails have been filed away, buffed to high heavens and back, the gel paint has been cured under the beautiful pink lamp, I have still not understood the mystery of “Ladies Night’.
Please feel free to let me know the answer if any of you have figured it out.
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my darling readers, please forgive me… i have been MIA, coz i was busy setting up a nail art studio in Gurgaon, my very own planet that keeps us all spinning along with it… but more on that in my next post….
keep following this space for my next article…. its almost done.. the only work pending is correcting all the typing mistakes that are happening due to the very long nails I have started sporting thanks to “NAILICIOUS” my darling nail studio.
be back soon….
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