Hello, hello!

Holi has been celebrated. Friends, food, colour, drinks, all the jazz. Now, it’s 11:06 PM; I am sitting in my bed. Ready to write down about my inner world. But I think I am too tired to put that stuff into words. All I know is: I want to have a nice, new snack. Something I don’t order all the time — something special for holi dinner, and something that doesn’t disappoint. At home, this would have been a games night. For me, this might be a movie night. Or I might just hit the sack early. But here are few things that had been on my mind through the day.

One. Safe space.

Someone texted me this morning saying I’d be on their list of people who are safe spaces. That’s a nice thing to be told. Also, a responsibility. But warm regardless. So, I began wondering, two things. Who are these people for me? And, if I were to make that list for myself, How would I arrive at the names?

And I realised, there can be no one list for it. It has to be dynamic. Safe spaces to talk about different parts of life, or to just be who you are, or maybe even to throw a tantrum with. In fact, when I started thinking, I realised I have a lot people in there who seemingly have no business being there. But they have been kind. And that’s important.

Two. Quick-comm apps on festivals.

I am a self-appointed Blinkit employee. Here’s the announcement. But I find these apps — Blinkit, Zepto, Instamart, Minutes, BigBasket, etc — pretty fun to observe. The role they play into our lives. How, what, what things are moving. The way they advertise. Random nudges. Inventory. Everyhing. Holi is obviously an interesting time. You can order most festive things online. Early mornings carts are heavily discounted. Mid-afternoon ones are actually not. Since last evening, most deliveries are 20 minutes and above. I don’t know if they’re doing a live count of orders like New Years on Twitter. That was fun.

If there’s a report, I’d love to see. This is something I enjoy watching, reading, learning about for no real reason. It just seems fun.

Three. Moving everyday.

Made a pact with two of my friends — we will move everyday. Any kind of movement that we think is good enough to count as healthy, physical moving. Of course, we’d rely on our conscience to check us when we cut short. But that. Today’s moving was just the holi dancing. Which wasn’t a lot really. So, I think Day 1 needs a redo. We’ll start with gym tomorrow!

Lastly. Micro-thoughts from the day.

1. Took an everything-shower last night. Woke up feeling clean and pristine. Of course, bad timing — because it was the very next day. But still nice to feel fresh.
2. I will put a template/structure to these blogs, so I know some parts of what I have to say everyday. And the other half can be exploratory.
3. I love Ras Malai so much. Also, ate some Sheera at Payal’s. It was the best.
4. I find the shutting down of establishments rather sad. Saltwater shut down a while back. I think of their pancakes a lot. The Cult I go to and a Starbucks nearby are shutting down. I’m sure it makes business sense. But oh, the sweet times I’ve spent in these places. Side-bar: I hope Bobi’s in Gorakhpur remains always afloat.
5. The first line of the first draft of this post was — I have nothing to write about. And sure, I am not the most enthused about this piece. Nothing worth reading in here. But what I have learnt from writing this today and most days of writing on Instagram is that: As long as you’re alive, you have all you need to show up. Every single time. You might not be a fan of what you create, but you’re one step ahead of an empty page. So that.

And, time!