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May 20, 2017#100daysofgratitude, Saris

Day 42

Oh you fancy huh desi formalwear make the office your runway edition. Grateful for @crystaldiazv who indulges my fancy here @couchbase, amongst all the databases. sari

May 7, 2017#100daysofgratitude, Poetry, Saris

Ode to the sari Nine yards of elegant Flowing delicately pleated Carefully draped Properly pinned Grace Mama effortless in each step Tucking into the petticoat Accordion folds slipping across fingers The whoosh of her pallu Virtually silent click Of the ever ubiquitous safety pins Holding the magic in place I could hear the dull thuds…

May 3, 2017#100daysofgratitude, Saris

Day 26

Most of us have our indulgences; some women are into makeup, handbags and shoes, others are into their own passions. I’ve always had a soft spot for saris. In high school, I started following the work of a designer eponymously called Sabyasachi. His saris were authentic Indian weaves with stunning hand embroidered fancy, each piece a…

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hey Google, play Money by Cardi B #allblackeverything . . . 📸 @natashashaykh

"The One Where Natasha Says I Do" 💕

3 years of finding my voice. 3 years of a 3 hour commute. 3 years of navigating changes. 3 years of adapting, learning and growing. 3 years of seizing opportunities. 3 years at Couchbase. It feels like an eternity, with so many ups, downs, learning and development and life completely lived along the way. Couchbase has taught me not to doubt my instincts, to speak my truth, to see things differently, to claim my spot at the table, to work hard, play harder and to exercise my voice. I've worked alongside some incredible people and I'm grateful everyday for all of the connections I have forged. It has certainly not been an easy journey, but it has been rewarding and despite everything, I'm proud of this wild wild ride. Onwards and upwards. Well behaved women rarely make history. BIG UP TO MY MAMA WHO HAS HEARD ABOUT LITERALLY EVERYTHING ALONG THE WAY AND SHARED HER WISDOM, LISTENING EARS AND HEALING LOVING WHEN IT WAS ALL TOO MUCH - you are the wind beneath my wings @yoginam647 and you know it. 💕 #workanniversary #COUCHBASE #moneymoves

To the most loving grandmother, who kept me stuffed with Cornettos, biscuits and chai, who laughed at my laughter and cried when I had to leave, who impressed family and some successions of India's greatest politicians alike, who fought fearlessly, who loved passionately, gave willingly, smiled mischieviously, kissed freely, ate lavishly, spoiled endlessly and recently promised to wear her nicest sari and dance until she fell at my wedding - Delhi will be empty without you. I'll miss you next month but I'll remember you when I eat peda in Vrindavan or offer kullads to Ramanji. I am sure I'll see you on the other side, but till then, I'll make sure to eat aloo with my puris, I'll wear my nicest "dhotis", I'll love even when people are far and mean and it hurts, I'll be nice to my brother and keep impressing you with my fashion sense. And when I get married, I know you'll be there, I'll turn on the acche gaane like you asked, just please come and dance. ❤️

Sometimes you get seriously #blessed and get a two in one deal when your brother is also your best friend. 23+ years of that relationship evolves from poking each other's eyes and yanking hair to creating games of house where you kindly let him hold your doll to running around the backyard, begging each other not to tell Mom about something to fighting over books and kirtan slots to pushing each other in the park to yelling "you're stupid and I hate you" to helping each other with school assignments to staying up pounding a button to keep an open line on the college application server so you can submit your essay at 12 am exactly to arriving at University and realizing suddenly, somewhere, this is the only person who actually just gets you, no explanation or backstories needed. And while you were off chasing best friendship with all of the people at dance and scouts and Temple, the shy, quiet kid who was forced to follow you everywhere, who you wished would just leave you alone, who loved you unconditionally, who hated seeing you get hurt - he was your guy. So then college happens for him, and you watch your little brother blossom into a popular, wise beyond his years COMPUTER SCIENTIST, with a penchant for craft coffee, good design and eclectic music. He's suddenly busy, way cooler than you are and somehow still willing to spend time with you and pick you up from the airport with your favorite foods in hand. You pick his brain on philosophy, religion, Instagram girls, travel, family, insecurities, love, loss, pain and as you laugh, cry, sit in silence - your heart feels whole and complete, like nothing could ever break it. And when it does break, he listens, a little awkwardly, and then turns on some music, makes you food and reminds you to never sell yourself short, commends you for your courage and reminds you that we do lots of things in life for the story. So when he gets an amazing opportunity at Google in New York and you find yourself bursting into tears at random intervals because a part of your soul is going on a mad adventure and you're going to miss him, you write this post and hope he always remembers just how incredibly loved he is. #raiandbhai