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Something is Steaming hot right now!

How did I find it? No it wasn’t ‘by chance’ on insta, or Facebook. Here’s the story… On one of our lunch hour meetings V and I decided to crash at a nearby café or restaurant for a quick bite. It was his find actually. On his way back from work, he would notice a tiny little place on the first floor of Hotel Kombirei, on Rims Road. What Timber did to me, I guess this little café did to him! And I couldn’t be gladder that we stepped into that café on a day when the weather was perfect. Dark clouds, a cool breeze spell perfect weather for me. So we climbed the stairs to what would soon become the stairway to “the most delicious comfort food’ heaven! Welcome to Steaming Mug! The décor is rustic with its blue-grey walls adorned with posters that prepare your mood. Planters are aplenty around the two floors which for a lover of greens is a delight. The seating is casual with a blend of wood and our ‘Phak (a kind of mat made of reed) cushions’ ( Kauna Phak) ) for added comfort. The...
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Timber hued days

I’m a sucker for cozy nooks and corners. When I Was settling into the new Imphal, I was scouting for a café that would be my go to place to unwind, satiate my curious and adventurous palate with good company thrown in just to not look odd. I said ‘new’ Imphal because it was a reformed, refurbished version of the city I knew. Everything looked the same yet, there was a difference. One of them being the numerous array of restaurants and cafes that have opened here and continue to do so. Each with a unique offering, and with ambience that is definitely exciting to the lovers of exotic dining spaces and options. So there were two places that caught my attention in the very beginning, Books and Coffee which is located at Singjamei which later became a favorite haunt for me and a place for ‘meet up’ because of its proximity to where I live as well as other reasons which I will cover later. The other place being Timber, which is further away at Dewlahland yet it was the first café t...

All that glitters is not gold, but oh so beautiful!

This journey of preparing for the wedding day and after, has been something very enriching for me. It is less of wedding shopping and more of an intimate moment with my culture and roots and I am loving it. I have been wondering if I am normal, because I am not stressing, I am chilled out and not panicking about all the shopping (just hope I didn’t say it too early!). Considering that the day falls in December this year which is a few months away now (3 months to be precise) and a lot of things still pending, I think I could have been over the edge about the preparation, getting the decorators etc. But I am not. So when I think about it, I realize that I owe this coolness to the very process, which is close to a spiritual experience for me. I don’t see the preparations as a task, I see it as a journey, and I want to be aware of my thoughts, feelings and the things around me as I go about the preparations. ‘Nuff said, let me get to the thing I am writing about today. Did you gue...

It all starts..

I managed to get my mind around the thought of getting married and settling down here, in Imphal. And I owe it to my love, my fiancé. He made me believe in love again and looking at him I feel secure, assured and at peace. Ahem, I’ll save the mush for some other day, right now, down to business because I have started this blog after a lot of things have already happened and I   need to catch up writing about so many things! Anyway, this post is about the beginning of it all. The formalization of the bond that we created. What happens and my journey through those few days. It is a little difficult now that I have to write about them retrospectively but I’ll try my best. So, once the boy (let’s call him V) and I made up our minds, I told my parents. My mother was over the moon, she was more excited than me I think. My aunts and sister too were elated, because it was finally happening for this 32 year old girl :P V’s mother called up my Indomcha ( aunt), to fix a date to c...

Getting 're-assimilated' and how!

Imphal, you amaze me. You’re where modern and traditional blend smoothly, where bandhs and protests occur on one hand and festivals, music concerts, beauty pageants occur on the other. You’re where elopement is still an acceptable tradition, while the younger generation is moving leaps and bounds in terms of their career and ambitions. Where cycle rickshaws still thrive alongside, Audis and Mercedes. Where the young have beautifully embraced the traditional and yet are the fashion icons for the country. Where people are getting richer and more educated yet, poking our nose in others business is still a favorite pastime! You continue to amaze me every day. In the beginning. I felt like a person who had lost her way like the place is a little familiar yet I take time to find where I am. Being from a mixed cultural family ( my father is Meitei and my mother is Maharashtrian) didn’t help.   I admit, I had the best of both cultures growing up but I am confused as a grown up. Ha...

Khuramjari!

Greetings! Khuramjari! An ordinary daughter to an extraordinary father and a powerhouse of her time, my mother.  Lived 32 years on this planet. Achievements so far? Survived the world and it's ways and Positively Happy. Aspirations? Many. Why am I here? Because I want to be here once again, Life has come full circle in ways and I am back to this blogging space after a gap of maybe 10 years. Life happened to me in between, not the usual ups and downs but zig-zag ('s), curves and speed breakers( which broke a few things apart from the speed!).  Where am I? Right where I’m supposed to be at this point in my life. Have you heard of Imphal? Yes? Pat on the back!   This is where I was sent by the Universe (yes I believe in all that 'universe conspiring to help me' kind of theories) in the beginning of my journey, and now I'm here again after living in different parts of the country. And as I write this, I realize, there was always a part of me that wanted to be ...