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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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61. The loveliest of souls create the fullest of hearts or crossing things off of my brother's Bay area bucket list 😍 #raiandbhai

60. Happy birthday my dear Shirley, hope you're happier than a pig in shit, enjoying some bubbly for the craic and staying cool 🥂 I've been thinking about you a lot since my much awaited, totally random trip to visit you in good old Oughterard. I always think of how you waltzed into my burgeoning yoga practice four years ago, with Irish mammy warmth, hospitality and care, befriending me in less than 5 minutes and fully inserting your entire being into the daily events of my summer. You encouraged me to believe in myself and in the serendipity of life when I was lost beyond belief. I still remember our tears when you left Berkeley and your motivational text that I screenshotted and referenced constantly, "hold on to ur dreams, reality has a habit of following them if u keep them close to ur heart". In between your stories of mad adventure and raucous giggles at how little fecks you give, I saw the essence of what life is - a journey where you have to mind yer heart yes, but where the real joy is in giving love, freely and openly and without judgment. I remember how quickly you befriended your neighbors in Berkeley in less than two months with offers of afternoon tea, gin and tonics and delicious scones. How easy it is to feel at home around you. How quick you always are to offer a listening ear and a warm hug when things aren't the best. And how after all these years and with all our distance, your letters, hilarious texts, long updates on your family and random irish goods make their way to me exactly when I need them. I admire you in so many ways and I hope I can cultivate the effortless comfort and grace you bring to all of your relationships. Sending you so much love today and always, my fairy Irish godmother!!! 💗

59. Changer les - Changer les cœurs Avec des bouquets de fleurs La guerre au vent L'amour devant Grâce à des fleurs des champs To change the - To change the hearts With baskets of flowers To hell with war ! Let's put love forward With wildflowers - Le Pouvoir des Fleurs by Laurent Voulzy by way of @jimmyjones65 #100daysofturninginwards #100daysofpratyahara

58. 2013 - @vrindagleeson took this picture one afternoon in Vrindavan, India, right after I had cried to my homegirl @sitarani.spencer and she had helped pull me together and glam me up. In the moment I was so free but behind the smile and colorful image was a scared, insecure, confused as all hell, 21 year old girl on the precipice of becoming an adult, completely bewildered about what to do next. I had decided not to take the LSAT, I felt like I was abandoning my dream of using my life in the service of women around the world and I was convinced every person I obsessively stalked on Facebook had their lives magically together in some way that I did not. I thought I wouldn't get a job. I thought I'd become a social pariah. I felt unqualified even after I had just worked my ass off to graduate with a double major and honors. I was worried about irrational things. In retrospect it sounds petty; if I had counted my blessings, I may have been able to see that everything was working itself out and I should have been grateful for everything going well in my life - my health, the ability to fulfil a dream of living in India, my abundance, my family and my friends. My point in writing this is that it is perfectly ok to feel all kinds of negative feelings even when you "should" seem to have your shit together. Social media is your constructed narrative, oftentimes your highlight reel, and the reality can sometimes be deeply messy. It is easy to reach out to folks to congratulate them on the next socially venerated milestone. Take time to have a real talk check in though, show up for people, and most importantly, take time to show up for yourself and sit with how you are feeling. Ask why. Check in with your heart. Listen to your heart. Listen to your emotions. If you need help, don't think of yourself as a burden, reach out to your support system because you are important. Recharge yourself. People don't know what they don't know. Take your time. Be gentle with yourself. Take deep breaths. Count your blessings. Experience gratitude. Evolve. In the context of eternity and with the benefit of hindsight, it will all be ok. #100daysofpratyahara #100daysofturninginwards

57. And Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii will always love youuuuuuu #🍦 #nationalicecreamday #100daysofturninginwards #100daysofpratyahara

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