Riding a motorbike

What is the last thing you learned?

As a college girl, it was always my dream to learn to ride a motorbike. I loved the way they’d sound. Back in the day, a girl riding motorbikes was looked upon as Bold. I was bold and I wanted the world to see it.

Since my dad gave me a car for myself much sooner than I had expected, I couldn’t ask for a bike. So I waited patiently until my brother got one. Eventually, he did get one but it was much too large for a short girl like me.

I dreamed of getting a bullet for myself one day. But my career didn’t bloom in the early days. I got married and moved countries.

In the UK, getting a car driving license was an achievement. Long time had passed since those college days and I wasn’t that young girl anymore. I had responsibilities. I was answerable.

The dream was gone. Forgotten even.

My husband had the same passion for bikes. He had been doing man-math for a long time about getting one. A couple of years back I encouraged him to get one and he has not regretted it for one minute. My dream yet stayed forgotten.

When I was pregnant with my second child, my husband rekindled that yearning. That dream. One that I had conveniently deleted from the list of my aspirations.

So, the last thing I learned a couple of weeks ago was the basics of riding a motorbike. And now I dream again.

Balance

What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?

I will be resuming work after maternity leave within the next six months.

The biggest challenge I envision will be to raise 2 children, manage work which is highly intense, manage home, manage my relationship and manage personal time & care.

Though one part of me says that I’ll be fine, I fear that I might lose myself more and days/weeks/ months will just keep slipping by.

Mystery shoes

Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.

I moved to the UK in August 2015. Landed myself in a job in December 2015, with a joining in Jan 2016. I had a couple of weeks to prepare and move to another city about 200 miles away. 

In those 2 weeks, I shopped for work. Dresses, shoes, etc. I bought myself a pair of block heels, black in colour with a belt that went around the ankle. I loved those shoes, although they weren’t my regular work shoes. I preserved them.

We lived in a rented house for about 8-9 months. Post that, we moved to another rental house. In the midst of all these moves, I had kept some extra luggage at a friend’s house. In this second rental house, I never saw that pair of shoes. I thought perhaps I packed them with the extra luggage stored at my friend’s.

We lived about a year in this second rental house before buying our own home. I finally got all the luggage at one place. I was eager to find my shoes back. And I didn’t.

I unpacked everything. I checked stuff in the garage and extra storage cupboards for about a year after moving into my home. But in vain.

Painfully, I accepted that I lost those shoes.

6 years passed.

Last week, my mum was sorting out some of my old stuff because I am in India and she wants me to clear unwanted things.

I am at my in-laws’ currently so she sent me a picture of these shoes to ask if I still needed them!!!

I can’t wait to go back to my mum’s next week and try them on after all these years!!?!!

A half drunk coffee

Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

I was at my in-laws’ with my younger daughter and my husband had stayed the night at his sister’s with my older daughter.

The next evening we were reuniting. As I drove into the parking space outside the house, we saw my husband at the gate with an eye on the road. We assumed that he must be waiting for our younger daughter. He went straight to her door to get her out of the car who was sitting next to my mother in law. My mother in law commented on how eagerly he was waiting for the daughter.

He replied to her which I didn’t hear as I had gotten out of the car. He said, he was actually waiting for me with a cup of my favourite coffee that he had half drunk.

Live!

What is your mission?

My mission is to Live. Just live. Live every moment. With myself, my family, my children, my love, my friends. Just live.

To live, I may do things. I will need to work to earn, I will need a career for my ambitions, I will dream to give my children the best possible opportunity. I will do chores to run my household. I’ll give myself and my family some comforts. I’ll do things to survive but I won’t define that as living.

Above all, and beneath all, my mission is to Live. Live without regrets, live without hatred, live without jealousy. Live in full spirits. Live passionately. Live like a flowing river.

Just live!

Tenerife – sea or mountain?

What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?

When asked if I am a sea person or a mountain person, I answer based on what I am feeling at the moment. Because I am both. Some days the sea calls me and on others, mountains.

Tenerife offers both. Cherry on top is the sky gazing activity offered in Tenerife.

We spent a week in Tenerife with an itinerary that was a perfect mix of chilling, beach, hiking, exploring, star gazing and enjoying local wines.

It has indeed been a perfect holiday for me!