Stylish Spaces

Life presents one with endless possibilities. Growing up I truly believed I had at my disposal endless possibilities, paths yet to be trodden, routes yet to be mapped - the world was my playground, living was an exciting prospect, every day unfolded new and newer avenues to skip down soaking up the delights on the way. I loved learning and school and books which were opening up my mind and increasing my wonder at all the things out there to choose, experience and savour. And then I grew up and experienced 'real' life. A life strapped down by responsibilities, duties and commitments. I was a wife, a  mother, a home-maker. The world wasn't my playground anymore, more a to-do errand list that I mentally ticked off every day. Experiences, good, bad and ugly, just rolled on me rather than me choosing to experience something. All exciting possibilities grew distant and distant, even books read failed to ignite wonder and passion for things unknown as I knew them to be mere...

If any concept screams blissful ambiguity and has ceaseless shift in boundaries, than it would be this one - striking a balance . In how we choose to live our lives to how we choose to decorate our homes, and how we choose to conduct our relationships - in public and private,  with people, shopping, food, gym - striking the right balance is always a thought never far away from our minds - yet sometimes just as ignored as we give in to pressures of existence in our social spheres. I had heard people talk about changed perceptions when faced with a terminal illness and I had always wondered what would it take to have the right balance to begin with, where possibility of looming death would not be a reminder of how you need to adjust your life and priorities. Lets just say, I had been on a soul-searching quest for a while on how to have some "measurable" for a balanced and well adjusted life, relationships and homes. And being a Libra sign, I really was looking to find an a...

Life may be short, moments encountered may be transient and time may be ticking away faster than we know, but in many ways it doesn't matter - we all live on longer than our physical existence - some more than others - and here's how. We live on in the memories of those we shared good times with and those who are grateful to us for standing by them in bad times. We live on in quirky little gestures, habits and phrases unwittingly picked up by our children who have watched us, heard us and copied us since they were wee toddlers and in the genetic cocktail we have passed on to them, weak or strong. We live on in the good turns we did others that perhaps changed their lives in some little or big way. We live on in tiny little good deeds that snowball and flourish and breed more and more prosperity for those who need it. We live on in words we write down that touch a chord with someone reading ages after we are no more. If you think about it, there are so many ways to live on....