You didn't get two extra hours,they were already yours!!!

You Know, what I love? I love it when it’s cold and I can sleep all cozied up in my bed…Dreaming, wishing…hoping for all the good things in life…It’s just Fabulous feeling!

Wanna Know what I love even more….I love it when  R’s(My husband) Alarm phone goes off….I hear it every morning ….2 hours before the actual timing of waking up. It rings first at 4’Oclock and then again at 6’clock.

Out of curiosity, once I asked him, what it the actual time you want to get up? Why and a Big Why to setting up two alarms 2 hours apart? Does it make sense?

Well, he replied

I love the feeling when the first alarm goes off at 4’O clock; because I know I have two hours more to sleep. It feels great knowing that I can get Extra two hours every day!

I asked him again, why would you like to get disturbed from your sleep to find out that you get two extra hours to sleep?

R replied, I don’t know but I like to. It makes me wake up happy to know that I can enjoy two extra hours of sleep.

I said (to myself)…..You didn’t get two hours, they were already yours!

Time, there never seems to be enough of it. Where does time go? Indeed, what is time? How can we, in an average 80 year lifespan, not have enough time to do the things we should and want to do, yet, as Tagore said, "The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough"!

Time is a man-made construction. No other living thing on the planet keeps track of time other than humans. Does that make us special or self-deluded?

If you speak to most people about their daily schedules, the one thing you will commonly hear is that they hardly have enough time in the day to get all the important things done, which means that they have no time left over in the day to do the things they would really love to do. The fact is that most of us are in this situation. Our lives become so hectic that we ultimately find ourselves living like machines, where the only thing that counts is getting through the day, and then to face the next day with the same intentions. As this happens, all of our dreams just seem to vaporize into thin air, because somehow, there is just not enough time. But let me ask you this: What would you do with more time? Imagine if a 24-hour day miraculously has 26 hours, which means that you now have two extra hours in a day; what would you do with more time?

Would you actually take those extra steps in living your dreams? This is a serious question, because when we really think about things like this, we soon begin to realize that the reason why we feel that there is no time in the day isn’t necessarily because our lives are that busy, but rather, because we become too tired to think, as we would prefer to just sit down and watch TV in the evenings so that we can free our minds from all that had happened during that day. In fact, even if we did have a thirty hour day, we would most likely still land up doing the same routine, because in the end, it is not so much that there wasn’t enough time in the day, but rather, because there is not enough enthusiasm inside us. In essence, we would rather live like machines, even though we know it makes us unhappy, than actually utilize that extra time to do the things we truly love to do.

Have you ever felt like there is just not enough time in the day? Do you feel time starved? Do you feel like your to-do list rules your life? Do you feel like if you could just get some more time, then you would be able to have time for yourself…to have fun…to spend with your loved ones and other people who matter most to you?

Sometimes I wonder, what would I do if I had more time? Would I read more? Exercise more? Cook more? See more friends? Travel more? Write more? What would you do if you had more time? An extra hour or two in the day?

I was blown away with Random thoughts in my mind when Surf Excel asked this question “If you were given two extra hours a day to spend however you’d like, how would you spend it “?All of a sudden I felt as if Clocks are moving back today and I have got something I’ve asked for:  two extra hours in the day! And I began to piece together all of the signals that I’ve missed regarding my interest in Candle Making…Yes, I would like to restart an old hobby.

I remember how when I was in college, I was attending my literature classes. Once all of my classes were done, though, I’d spend my free time making designs for my candle. Back at home I would convert those designs into candles and  spend hours and hours drying and then decorating it up to gift it to friends and family. It was fun for me, and I did it purely for recreation.

Soon I moved out of home for my MBA, Friends still contacted me saying they missed my Candles on their special occasions. Although I was only doing it for fun, people were telling me they basically missed my customised candles.

I should have taken it as a sign. But I missed it.

Later, during my Management training…when I would channel all of my feelings into this art of candle making, people would be impressed. When those who were close to me had an opportunity to actually see some of my handmade candles, they’d say “Girl!? What are you doing in MBA classes?”

I should have taken it as a sign. But I missed it.

I remember how when my in-laws saw some of candles back at my place. They all glanced at my artistic work, looked up at me with a face of excitement & Joy, and then said “We are glad to have you as a part of our family and wish you would fill our home and lives with lights as bright as these candles”

I should have taken it as a sign. But I missed it.

In spite of all these obvious signals, I imagined that my art was just “a silly hobby.” I thought that it was only a side-project, or a thing to do to pass the time. How could it possibly be anything more?

After becoming a mother, I stopped making candles for a long time. I told myself then “Now it’s time to get serious in life. Now the fun is over, because I am a mother now.” All of a sudden, you realize life is no longer about you, your time, and your schedule. Your life is about this small creation of yours and you and your wants become secondary or even inconsiderable before the comforts of your baby.

 But there’s something in this world that we are constantly drawn to…no matter where we are, who we become and this little something is what you always wanted to do after being a daughter, sister, wife, mother and so on. You may be able to set it aside for a few years to focus on other priorities — but your true calling is always in the back of your mind, waiting for its turn to take the reins. Once it finally does, you’ll feel a bit foolish. You’ll realize “Oh yes, of course. Of course! This is what I love to do! This is what I should be doing! Why didn’t I start doing this sooner?”

How you spend your time defines who you are. Your interests are your passions, and your life’s passion is the one thing that simply won’t go away.

It’s what keeps rearing its head when you ignore it. It’s what you think about doing when you’re busy doing other things. It’s what keeps you up at night.

It’s what you are. And it’s impossible to deny who you are.

Sharing below some pictures of my Candles:

With Surf excel matic Magic Wand …I would like to Relive my Passion of candle Making!!!What would you do with your extra two hours in day?

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Emptiness lies deep down inside all of us

Emptiness lies deep down inside all of us. Sometimes it crawls it’s way to
the top only to drown us in despair, and that’s when it really hits you. You
feel so hallow, so vacant, and lack emotions. You feel like a shell, like everything
passes by you, never through you. It’s as if you could miss the whole world
changing before you in the blink of an eye. You feel nothing, and yet everything
at the same time.

Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night
with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves
them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never
have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wondering
blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances
will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain
unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake
somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.

Outfit of the day!
Denim shirt-Husband's closet...Worn here too
Plum pants- Pepe...worn here too
Handbag-Mom's old one
Stack of bracelets-Mix



“Loving your hair is loving yourself”

When I was in sixth grade, my English teacher asked each student to place four items in a box that best represented him or her and bring it on Saturday for presentation. In my box, I placed a pair of scissors, a brown crayon and blonde hair strand of my Barbie and hair curlers. When it was time to present my “Secret box” to the class, I pulled out scissors and brown crayon and confessed my undying love for coloring my hair brown and getting a haircut so that I can get rid of the two piggy tails, which I had to tie everyday like any other Sikh girl, That day, I knew that other people’s hair would always have a special place in my heart. I desired for shorter hair and I loved bangs, curls, waves and colors and my love affair with hair grew much more with time!

As hard as it may seem, I was setting my standards of beauty at a very tender age and had my own perceptions of what makes us feel pretty, sexy, desirable, acceptable-lovable. Hardly I knew that outer beauty is not reflective of our true identities? I only knew that a bad hair day is the only cause of alienation, dissatisfaction, loneliness, low esteem, unworthiness and conflict.

There was a ridiculous self-loathing that went on my mind all the time. “My hair smells bad after applying the protein pack every week and conditioning after every wash”, I wish I knew my mother is creating a proper hair routine for me and my generations to come who can have proud, knowledgeable, chemical free hair. “I hated when my mother squeezed my hair every time before conditioning", I wish I knew it then that Hair is like a sponge — if it’s saturated with water, it can’t soak up anything else. “I am no longer appealing because my mother oils up my hair and I hated the greasy look. I wish I knew Oils help to seal moisture by coating hair strands and my mother was protecting my hair by creating a shield to lock moisture.

And most importantly I wish I knew that My hair might not be as long, as appealing or as  lustrous as others in my class but my family values deep ingrained in me are no less than anyone. I wish I realized by doing little things my mother is laying the foundation for me to follow when the hair responsibility is passed on to me. I wish I understood when my mother said your hair journey is the metaphor of stages one’s life, it is an extension of what’s happening inside you.

After completing my high school, the torch was passed on to me and I decided to get a short haircut, yes a haircut for the first time in life and I loved it .Two summers after my graduation ,my hair had grown out and I was bored again. I got another drastic haircut, but this time, it was a step cut with bangs. I also had it dyed a light, light brown. I decided that I loved experimenting with different styles and colors and would continue to do so.For a time (during MBA days) I was again obsessed with different haircuts and much shorter length as it would be easier to maintain them while away from home at hostel.

Once and forever in love, I again became obsessed with length and growing out my hair and it began replacing my other hobbies as my better-half now and BF then loved long tresses on me: Such is life!As life moved me onward towards corporate world, life demanded more of my time and my hair lost out to the aspects of life I truly loved: My work life and then Marriage and pregnancy so on and the Big “S” of stress attached to all three.

I began neglecting my hair and my life: neither was balanced. By now my hair journey was really a metaphor for what had been happening in my life as my mother use to say once. I had gone through a painful pregnancy, a small baby on my lap who needed my care, and so I had to give up my job for being a full time mother. Started losing my hair ,there was a panic in my voice and my head and there were broken hair strands everywhere on the floor, bath room sink and along with my hair I started losing all the hopes, But what was left was the essence of being a mother and I was ready for the rebuild. Like my hair, I started from scratch, immersing myself in my new life as a mother and I asked questions and learned from whom ever was willing to teach, both about motherhood and hair care routines post pregnancy.

It’s a fact that our energy level decreases as our body goes through hormonal changes, and we no longer have an interest in doing what we need to maintain an attractive appearance. Although I do not have the energy I had when I was younger, but I made a commitment to myself to maintain a consistent level of fitness, and an active social life. Maybe in  my new journey I will not regain all the lost and broken strands of my hair but atleast I will regain my lost confidence and value what I have .And I made the decision to free myself from the chemically treated products and accept my genuine natural hair again. This time, I was empowered with Dove Products to embrace the quality of my god-given naturally textured hair, skin, my body and my style; and claimed what is mine. Being able to embrace my outward beauty allowed me to embrace the beauty I host within.

Once again I gave myself permission to love my hair all over again as Loving your hair is all about loving yourself. Believe me with Dove’s new oil care range, yours and mine hair will have inert ability to grow beyond our wildest dreams, let’s show the world what God has blessed us with and how Dove Spa helps us to nourish this Gift. It took me a while to get here- to a place where I can honestly say that I love my hair and my hair loves Dove Spa and I had a life altering experience with Dove  for real-my hair bounced as if it was the touch of mother's care again!

 Loving your hair is a personal responsibility that begins with you, the earlier you start, the more beautiful hair you’ll have as you grow older and you feel the love echoing back!!


Do you have a love affair with your hair? What are your “Wow” hair moments? Have you tried the Dove Spa (New oil care range from Dove).Share with me in the comments sections, would love to hear your hair story!


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