Every once in a while, we all must step out of our comfort zone to know what we are really made of. It might sound too Zen and philosophical but sometimes we all need to man up and grow a thick skin. It is truer in the world of fashion and style. I’ve never played safe in anything so why should I when it comes to style?

With that in mind, I prodded myself and brought this bright, blood red pair of trousers for a fun-theme party. While my eyes hovered around on many beautiful dresses, I thought it was time to channel my inner gaga and up the ante a bit.

Red has always been my Achilles’ Heel. It is bold, demands attention and requires a great dollop of confidence. A pair of red trousers would need all that………. only double the amount.

In a city, where individual style is not just respected but celebrated immensely, I felt I could easily pull-off the look. But as I went out of the door towards the night, I felt my bravado sinking. However, I decided to keep my head high and soldier on.

The result? The euphoria one feels after achieving the impossible.

Bring on the lady in Red.

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Red trousers+Tiger T-shirt: New Look, Scarf:Calvin Klein, Jacket (Holding): Trespass, Bangles: Mumbai street, Watch: Titan.

Black Pumps: Clarks.

As Red is quite a bold colour, I decided to keep it as the main focus. I’ve softened the look with a grey T that has a Tiger face, bold yet not over-powering the Red. The Jacket and Scarf are just necessary when the outside temperature is a miserable zero degree Celsius.

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Dragonfly silver necklace: Present from the boy. Round Brown Hoops: Dubai

Does Red fill you with dread or is it an easy-peasy colour? What is your biggest style night mare? Let me know in the comments section.

The skies are bright again but the mind knows no relief. I am bleary eyed, ridden with insomnia and a doubtful mind; I look for a quick out from the mundanity. Sometimes, escapism brings a great joy, calmness and clarity of mind. Introspection, I call it.  The beauty of the ocean, its greatness, the sound of waves lashing against the rocks calms me, uplifts me, inspires me, awes me and definitely humbles me.
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With the rays of sun slowly teasing my senses and my heart fluttering at the prospect of yet another new discovery I step out hopeful and head towards South sea beach in the water front city of Portsmouth.  The sea comes in many tantalizing forms as I discovered. Here there is no sand but the beach is made of many  different types of stones, scattered and littered. I gingerly walk on them collecting some which catch my attention. They are pink, jade, sea green and some with a bit of sea weed on them. As French explorer, Jacques Yves Cousteau famously said, “the sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.”
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Yes, it has me firm in its net.  In the horizon, somewhere where the sky meets the sea line, I see piers. There are two piers, I am told. The south parade pier and the Clarence Pier; the sites are now amusement centers. But to me from this distance the sight looks like a picture perfect postcard evoking great wonderment.

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People come and go. Some are running, some are cycling, and many are even flying kites.  As for me, I am once again lost in my bubble. I am at the safe place where the sea and its waves is my biggest comfort. Once again, the sea has succeeded in wrapping me around its safe arms. I feel uplifted, a tiny smile plays on my lips and the former frown lines are disappearing. The sea whispers to me to march on with head held high and that everything will be alright.
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The dark clouds which were hovering around me are long gone and I am at a beautiful, happy place.
Just me, my thoughts and of course the ever calming sea.

Being Woman.

What makes a woman? Is it her charm, her beauty, her innate warmth, her mind or just some number (36-24-36). With these weighty questions in mind, I wrote this poem defining what I feel is being a woman.

Sometimes it is the darkness of my eyes,

or the voluptuousness of my lips,

Sometimes it is my cascading waves

or the gentle curve of my hips.

Sometimes it is what I wear,

or how I walk.

Sometimes it is what I say,

or how I say it.

Some men take these reasons

to keep me tight in their palms,

or batter me with their brutal acts.

Reduce me with their cruel words,

or burn me with their cold indifference.

I can only laugh at them.

Because it is the

steel of my mind

the warmth of my laugh

the tenderness of my heart

the fire of my spirit

the joy of my face

the strength of my character

that makes me a woman.

And nothing you do or say can take that away. 

 

They laugh at me because I am different. I laugh at them because they are all the same. 🙂