Wanting a life reset *so* bad + yay it’s June!

Hey people, welcome back to my blog! My vacations are finally ending 😭 and it’s gonna be hard getting back to the school routine. Today’s post is gonna be all about, a life reset.

Do you ever wish if only our life had a reset button? I do that, like everyday. My life status is always in like a deep pit of mess and despair. I do so many things, and by many, possibly a hundred. I’ve got so many projects going on, after a while of trying to tackle ALL of them, I take a step back.

I realize-

Number one, what crap have I gotten myself into?

Number two, how do I finish all this??

Basically I’m the type who does gazillion projects at once, and gets things done on time. But the process is a little…crazy? I get myself to a burnout stage doing all that stuff, all at once. I mentally suffocate myself trying to be that all-achiever and multi-tasking girl.

If you relate to that, we’re in the same boat. You, my friend, need a reset like I did.

Clean up your mess

So once realization takes over, the first thing I do is clean things up. Virtually and literally. All those things on the checklist, you cannot cancel them and leave them hanging on the thread. Finish all the current projects, and do nothing new for a while.

Then I go on a declutter mode. Is it just me, or is decluttering  ACTUALLY pretty relaxing?

Once everything on the plate is done, there’s actual time left for yourself. I like using this time to clean my room, maybe my shelf, wardrobe too, if I feel productive. Trashing away things you don’t need anymore, is the perfect way to reset.

This was me, I like decluttering because it frees up space for positivity and I feel good about it. You could find your groove, something that helps clear up your mind.

Change of routine

I like picking up a new daily routine. It’s nice to change a few things in your day, for the good, of course. Instead of waking up at 7 AM, maybe you could wake up at 6 AM? You’ve got an extra hour on your hands, that gives you more room for energizing things to do. Maybe workout more, or perhaps go for a cycle ride in the evening alone?

During my exams this February, instead of studying 2PM till 6PM, I went for a run between 5PM and 6PM. Then extended my study till 7PM. There’s a break, a difference a routine. It makes things feel less boring, and more exciting and new.

Style change

Changing up your style is really cool, if you want to reset. Like a 2.0 version of yourself? I like to try different combinations than I usually wear, and generally after I clean out my wardrobe, I find all these *hidden outfits* at the back of my shelf. I don’t insist on buying new dresses, instead different combinations with the dresses you already have. I spend a week on Pinterest looking for style options and different combinations, hairstyles. Anything that is different from what I usually look like.

(I said style change and NOT wardrobe change. Be more sustainable, don’t hoard clothes, it’s not good for your pocket AND the environment. )

Affirmations

Positive affirmations help. A life reset gives a feeling of being, reborn (sounds like some superhero dialogue, but okay). I come across such stuff on the internet, like affirming quotes that energize you from within. I like reading such things, they just give you a new slice of life.

Expose yourself to positivity

Coming out of a mess is never too late. At least you’ve taken initiative. Expose yourself to positive things, that don’t make you feel guilty about being on a break. Surround yourself with good people. Control what you see on the internet.

I personally love seeing Pinterest pins about productivity, health goals and self-care. Exposing yourself to such things gradually takes you in such a state of mind.

So that is all for this post! Remember, you are your priority, don’t burnout yourself! Take good care, be productive and remember to relax. I hope your life reset goes well~

Also guys, happy june~~ it’s already half of 2022! Plus its birthday month, so see me smiling ear to ear. My birthday’s in four days, and is it normal not having any excitement? I feel I’m getting too old, I wish I could tell myself “yo stop growing now” 😭😭😭

I hope this month is gonna be great for all of us, and hopefully my blog too 🙈.

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.

Yes, I still exist! || A life update.

*opens her drafts after weeks*

Hey everyone! I hope you’re all doing well! I know it’s been a while. Today I chose to crack my knuckles and finally begin writing a blog post.

So where was I all this time? Nowhere new, just same old home, and school. I was preoccupied for a while, with all the “new-school-year” crap, and things got real now. I always thought managing a blog and school will not change despite offline school, but no, I’ve successfully managed to fail at that.

Credits to owner. Via Pinterest.

No that does not mean that I’ll stop writing. It just *motivated* me to be more extracurricular and that life, isn’t only school.

Quick question- How much do I like Tenth grade?

Umm…

*scratches her head*

Out of 10 maybe a 6. Tenth grade is nice, right now, because I’m just one month in. But I think it is stressful, about how much you need to study. And peer pressure about how much you need to study JUST because you’re in tenth grade. I find it difficult to manage hundred things once right now, I was an expert at it once. So ninth graders going into tenth, take notes, you need to be good at multitasking. (Wow, I’m giving advice already.)

One important thing I’ve been wanting to say for a while was that, no matter how busy you are, never neglect time for yourself. Overworking only brings ruin (why does that sound so evil-) for you in the long run. Take care of yourself!

Also, I guess I finally came out of my book reading slump.

Credits to owner. Via Pinterest.

I’ve read quite a few books in a while, but apart from that I also think I finally found my mystery novels groove. With Agatha Christie. I’m just disappointed why I didn’t read her books, and why I was prioritizing reading Conan Doyle. I don’t think I’ve read those many plot twists in Sherlock Holmes, frankly speaking, they’re way too predictable and I sometimes find myself “obliged” to read them. A reason why I don’t like Conan Doyle. (I’ll save the dislike for another post.) I stan Agatha Christie. I also I think I became a fan of Colleen Hoover’s books.

What else is interesting? Can I say I don’t know? All I’ve done lately is eat, study, binge watch Slayy Point (why didn’t I watch their channel before???) and try to be a more determined person. Past few weeks were like so lazy and dispassionate. I felt to less creative. Okay, brace yourself for my melodrama- I felt old.

Credits to owner. Via Pinterest.

I don’t know if I’m right about this but I always associate being old with something negative. Old is non-creative, old is not fresh, old is stale (wait but isn’t it already?). And lately I’m not liking this word, because I feel old, I don’t feel young or the jumpy, hyper-excited person I usually am (my opinion, no hate towards being old). Nobody noticed this because I didn’t show, because I try to be jumpy, in hopes that it will make me feel jumpy. Kind of like fake it till you make it situation.

Then I realized. That I had a freaking blog, on which I am supposed to write and post freely.

I’m being melodramatic again, but I felt better while reflecting and writing this post. I was on the verge of killing my creativity, but happily, I’m back to blogging! I think I’ll feel non-old now.

So after a long time….

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.

Just an opinion, episode 5/ a rant: Love and people and social interaction in general are overrated + Life update

Hello, everyone! (Yes, I’m alive.)

I did disappear for a while, but then I just kept procrastinating over the blog, since the past two weeks. I’m being a toxic blogger who’s just waiting for stats to grow, without posting stuff. I’m such a hypocrite.

Coming to today’s entry, it’s by Riddhi, from whispering stories! She runs a book blog and this is something about her blog-

Whispering Stories is a blog for everything bookish, but I also sometimes post non-bookish musical, movie-related or just life-related stuff!

Riddhi B, author of Whispering stories blog.

Here is the entry she sent-

Love and people and social interaction in general are overrated

Umm you know, I kinda agree but I kinda don’t.

Sometimes, I just hate seeing people. Not because they’re insufferable, but then what conversation do I make with them? But sometimes, I just cannot stand being alone you know? *My ambiverted heart not being able to make a decision*

Social interaction is overrated, in a way. When I meet someone, I say hi and then I’m split between two choices- should I talk or not? Finding the ideal person to talk is a necessity for me. I get selective. So if I like that person, then hey, welcome this chatterbox of a person. If I don’t, it’s just hard. No matter how nice you’ll be, I’ll never be able to talk to you openly. It’s all about getting THAT vibe.

Second, the answers to some questions are hard. For example- how have you been doing lately?

I get thinking. What am I supposed to tell, that my favorite show just got finished and I can’t move on, school is tough, and I’m struggling with a character’s death in a book? That it is traumatic? Obviously, I can’t answer it like that. Even if I do, it’s not the “acceptable answer”, because whoever asked me how I’ve been doing, has already set a particular answer in their mind (and that reply is “i’m doing fine”). And they won’t get it. Awkward as hell.

Then coming to love, well I’m not sure. From a school perspective, it is SO overrated. In my school, the rumors begin if a girl is seen talking to a boy, or even EYE CONTACT and there go the oohs and aahhs by the teasing classmates. And every school has that group that’s always into who’s having a crush on whom and stuff. They’d do all pairings, and will howl like a pack of wolves whenever the girl and the guy have an interaction, when there is clearly NOTHING between them.

There’s one thing I wish I could tell them but I never could- GROW UP.

They don’t get it’s cringe to go on linking people and stuff. And then there’ll be heartbroken people who can’t get their crush to like them back. See, you develop feelings, but then don’t you have things to study? Isn’t this SCHOOL? Your life right now isn’t supposed to be a romance drama, it’s not gonna happen, it’s all unrealistic overrated stuff they show on television, you’re never gonna have it, so stop getting depressed about love.

I won’t preach further, but, there is still time in your life for that.

And people, well, I like people. Nothing wrong, unless they start a war or something. (Yes, I referenced it to that w@r)

But if you look at it from an introverted perspective, above all arguments stand invalid, because introverts react the following ways in each of the cases:

  • People- Meh.
  • Love- Meh meh.
  • Social interaction- An even bigger Meh.

So, yes, that was my opinion slash rant on this intriguing one liner, now how about you?

What is your opinion about people, love and social interaction?

Let me know in the comments, people!

And also, I will go a bit inactive for a while, because right now, I’m sorting, well, LIFE. Seems overexaggerated, but it isn’t. I’ve moved to the dreaded, overhyped and the pit of doom and misery, tenth grade. I’m just kidding. But still, I feel I really need to pay attention to school now (not that all these years I WASN’T, but still, goes to say), because I think the very first month of an academic year is like THE MOST important time, to set the correct pace for the rest of the grade.

I would also put this series to a halt, and continue it again in the month of May, and as promised, there will be ten episodes, look forward to the next five coming up later! If you want to submit an entry or something, you can still do it!

In the meantime, I’ll post something different, because I know, a blog series can become SO BORING. I need a change too. And also, apologies for not replying to all those comments I got on previous posts, I love you readers! Thanks for still being here, I’ll try to reply to you people henceforth!

Anyways, Sayonara, readers!

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.

Just an opinion!- A blog series @TheNameIsDivi!

This series is a blog series where I share my opinions on one-liners that I got from my readers a while ago. To fill in your entry please do do here. To learn more about the series, please read this post.

Some things, you need to do with yourself- a small little life update+chit-chat

I was really tired that day Like I am everyday. I was exhausted, after solving math (how typical) and studying for the exams coming up next month. Pressure was building up on me, especially since I performed real bad in the previous exam.

I got so frustrated after a while, I just banged my books. I didn’t understand what was troubling me. My head felt so heavy. That’s when I realized, I was just being too hard on myself. I was overstretched.

There’s very simple things that bring joy to us. For me, things that bring joy are some little things like baking, photography, painting or writing something, or watching a bts video (the crackhead stuff) and listening to a sad taylor swift song but that makes me sad again . At that point of time, my mind feels at peace. I feel so pleasant while cycling during evenings with soft sunlight and gentle wind.

Just when things seem purposeless, or you feel aimless, you need to do a few things by yourself. Spending time with yourself. For me, I know the time for leisure has come when I am sick of everything I do. When my head, body and mind feels heavy.

A new hobby I found was- painting. A budding Pablo Picasso coming straight up. I never thought I was any good at painting, but once I got the hang of it, it felt doable. Painting is kinda abstract so you can have like a predefined picture of what you want but it goes in a COMPLETELY different way.

Then I began writing a story. I don’t know if I can call it a novel yet, but it’s as of now just a plot that is loosely held by some words, lol. It’s a mixture of so many genres and tropes, for now, I’m thinking of calling it “my mess”.

I’ve been deep in my own heap of study these days. My mom says I’m being too much of a nerd. I hate the word nerd. What do you say?

I’ve also been reading this book “One of us is lying” by Karen McManus. It’s interesting till the point I’ve read, thank you so much Book bloggers for that book rec!

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Our school began online once again though :( Just when I thought school would be normal, wham! Online school. Truth be spoken, I HATE online school. My eyes hurt, and it’s too boring without any interaction. Like mischief with friends.

But! Since I was part of the Republic day event at school (ahem- I was the emcee-), I did find my cue to go to school. I found such beautiful bougainvillea blossoms, in white! They looked so prettyyyy~

I wonder if I’ll have the chance again to go to school.

There we go with the sadness again.

This post was supposed to be happy.

Anyways, I hope y’all are doing well. Keep being weird, spend some time with yourself, stay hydrated and this is where I end today. Sayonara.

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.

Getting out of my hole of procrastination (again)

Hello! I have been so irregular with the blog. Guess why? I chose to procrastinate over this. My apologies, again.

So, I’ve been sinking in the hole of procrastination again. At this point of time, I’ve realized something. It’s only natural to do this. Procrastination was meant to happen, to deviate our minds. It’s just like another piece in a chess game.

But how I got out of it, it’s a long story.

So it began this way. In the Xmas holidays, I sorted out my life. I reoriented myself to work towards my goal(s). I began to be organized, I started with the so called “perfect life”. But then after I recovered from covid early January this year (I know, such a bad start for a new year), I started using this excuse of “recovery” trauma.

I binge watched series and films, because I was “recovering” and I needed to feel good.

I did art stuff to make me feel good.

I inclined toward pleasure, because I had “trauma”.

And…I lost focus in practically every single thing I did.

After I realized I was being too much of a master procrastinator, I hatched a plan.

  1. I would finish a chunk of work
  2. Watch whatever I was watching
  3. Get back to my work
  4. repeat.

This was a good system when I was watching something very gripping. Like a series or a film or reading a very interesting book. Let’s say, finish 10 long history essay type questions, get 10 minutes of watch/ reading time.

It is very efficient, until I discovered a loophole. When I traded every history question for a minute of leisure, I sometimes, you know, extended it. Like 10 questions= 20 minutes of procrastination.

The starting, goes smooth, but long term, well, back to day 1. So, I figured a better way.

We’re humans, and as good as we can be while being stubborn, we also tend to get deviated. So, an atmosphere where there can be no possible distractions (like, literally nothing), you’d succeed in finishing your work, zero procrastination. But this isn’t practical. We live in the tech era, if you forgot.

I wouldn’t suggest you downloading procrastination-free apps or something as such (though they can be useful, but they have their own flaws and CAN be cheated). Instead, try to think really hard.

Remind yourself what is at stake. Like a paper that is due the next day or a project goal you need to submit by midnight. Get to know yourself. Can you do it if you procrastinate? Are you capable enough?

Well if you budge a yes to these questions, you’re free to procrastinate. But what is at stake is quality work . If you stay up till midnight and get the work till it chokes you, sorry, but you won’t get your work done either.

So, remind yourself what you’ll be losing if you procrastinate. Then you’d be afraid to do whatever it is you’re doing.

Couple of other inputs you can try-

  • Try to go for non-tech options: Like resources or something, you can use books or papers from library. You can turn towards your laptop when you really feel you need it.
  • Sit in supervision: Don’t ask someone to superintend you, just go sit somewhere in a place where there are people. You could work on your pc, and you’d feel a “fake” pressure of completing your work, because you don’t wanna show the other person that you’re a total waste, and you wouldn’t want them to see that your work process is really sloppy.
  • Keep a water bottle beside: Really helps when you think you’re going to fall asleep. We tend to procrastinate when we don’t have a lot of energy and are entering a state where we don’t want to do a SINGLE THING. Drinking water gives your brain some activity and plus, it’s a good skincare hack. (Glowing skin like BTS hehe.)
  • Learn to take a break: You never really procrastinate when you’ve already had your dose of break. You procrastinate because either you don’t want to do that task or you’re longing for a break. Breaks help you to solve both the problems. Cut off procrastination, just like that.

So, that’s it for this week, readers!

Also, I’m gonna be launching a new blog series in a while, but before I can write, I’ll need your participation! Stay tuned for the post!

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.

Happy new year +My fave pictures of 2021!|| Photo post #6

Hello everyone! Happy new year! There’s clearly a reason why I posted this late, because I suppose it’s finally new year in every part of the world. Meh, that’s not right, it’s because time didn’t cooperate.

I’m never going to write 2021 as a date ever again. I’m never going to live moments in 2021 too. But I’ve captured a few things that rightfully capture the essence of 2021, at least for me. So here are my faves of 2021!

Before you go further, I’d like to subtly apologize for the cheesy introduction to the pictures.

We’d start with flowers. For some reason, I grew to love flowers more than ever, this year. Not any flowers. Fresh, lively and glamorous ones.

These flowers have a really strong fragrance that just…take over your mind. And the scent can be sensed from really far. Ah!

These are some wild flowers that I spotted during a hiking trip in Andhra Pradesh.

And a very blurry picture. Sorry for this one, though. But this captured what photography was for me, in 2021. Experimenting, learning where some turned out to be successful, but others so glamorously failed.

A few sky pictures~

I don’t know how far a good study atmosphere helps me (because, odds are that, I would be studying in a pile of my own clothes), but it definitely sets the mood for photography.

And here’s a picture of me while reading. Reading was so scarce this year, but I guess I’m in motion now, finally.

* I’M READING HUNGER GAMES AND I CANNOT KEEP THE BOOKS DOWN!?*

Now we’re headed onto the cakes category. I’ve baked far more cakes this year than I ever have in my life. I did take pictures of each and every cake this year, but I couldn’t put them here because I’d like some privacy for the cakes. Okay, okay, the pictures are not pretty. That’s the truth.

Here goes some journaling pages. There are more pictures in the journaling post, here’s just a few recent ones.

And that is all. It’s a wrap for 2021. It’s a wrap for all the moments in 2021.

Here are a few of my favorite posts of the year, on the blog!

May- Story of procrastination

June- Notions I trashed that helped me boost positivity!

July- Writing inspo for everyone: tips, ideas and suggested reading!

August- Why I hate books (for positive reasons)

September- Everything you need to know about journaling: My perspective, how I’m doing it and tips!

October- A journey through words: Reading, writing and blogging.

November- A musical interview with Lili @lili’s-not-so-secret-diary! (A collab)

December- spending a rainy, winter day || ~rainy day log~

Give these posts a read if you haven’t!

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.

P.S. What are your ny resolutions? Let me know in the comments!

5 things I’d like to be thrown out of my life in the coming year. If I could, obviously.

Hi everyone! I hope everyone is good. Happy December again. And maybe an early wishing of a happy new year? I know it’s been a rocky ride since the cursed year, and I know everyone else probably feels depressed by whatever the heck is going out there. And I also know that I’d be better off doing some worthwhile things rather than procrastinating over it. But, here I am.

There’s these things I absolutely DISLIKE (hate is a strong word haha) about me and my life. Whether scrolling endlessly or being too much of a weirdo (or showing off my bookworm side lol).

Time-wasting apps

Please, get out of my life. I don’t need you.

I sit at such apps for a long time, scroll and scroll and find nothing. Except a few moments of laughter after reading a joke. That laughing isn’t even qualified as laughing, it’s just hot air coming out of my nose (try it). Zero productivity.

What I’d like instead: More productivity and a brain that makes me realize “You’ve been staring at this app for too long, get back to your work.”

Clutter

You deserve to be in the trash and not in my room.

Sadly, clutter doesn’t go anywhere. Instead it just piles up. My room is literally, cluttered, ALL THE TIME. Some of you might relate to this. I’m not a minimalist. I do not go repeating “less is more”. I have probably as many things in my room as the number of ants in the world. And let me tell you, the ants, are a lot.

What I’d like to do instead: De-clutter, get rid of my materialistic attachment and throw away things I don’t need.

My lack of being organized

Somehow related to my previous point. I’m just very lazy to keep things organized. Just like how I find socks in bookshelves. The problem is that I organize and clean something very passionately, and it stays like that for a while. Then I end up making a mess of everything soon after, because I keep thinking “Oh I’ll get back to cleaning this, but later.”

And by judging me as far as you know me, do you think “that later” ever came?

My book slump

I haven’t been able to read books the way I did before. Maybe it’s bad book recommendations (ahem, help me book bloggers), but I’ve lost my reading “touch”. I am not that passionate about it as I was before, I’m not that hooked to even good books. So, the coming year, I want to throw out this book slump and say “come in” to more books!

Covid

GET OUT ALREADY.

Enough of this torture, Covid. Please go. If you don’t leave now, people are gonna start looking weird to me without their masks. Enough of this, us humans are tired.

What I’d like instead: Some freedom and a mask free life.


I recently got some honest feedback about my blog, that it was becoming too boring. I must agree with that. I haven’t soulfully written my posts in quite a while. Blogging is becoming a chore for me. More like an obligation. I seriously am thinking of quitting. But hopefully if the blog stats do well after this post, maybe I’ll stick around. (a little “blackmailing” never hurt anyone)

I really feel this post will do well. Because I wrote it truthfully, just being myself. I hope you enjoyed! The QOTD is-

Can I get some book recommendations!?

Leave your thoughts, and the answers!

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.

Reviewing myself for the past year: 2021 edition

The pandemic has done good and bad to me. I wouldn’t write about my so-called vulnerability again, I’ve bored you enough with that previously. I’ve changed so much as a person, my friends who’ve met me now after 2 years ask me- “Are you sure you are you?”

You know, 2021 is almost over, and remember one of my first posts on the blog? I spoke about how I changed that year. This would be the second version of that.

A little by little, new changes kept adding up and sometimes, they pulled out a chunk of me or added three new more chunks extra (literally, too). The pandemic also exposed me to different things, like internet culture, aesthetics, *memes*, pop culture and even fandom culture.

I’ve become socially anxious. My friends called me, “that extrovert girl”, but I don’t totally live up to that. So the social anxiety slowly came by. The First step being less people-interaction (thank you, lockdown). Then came the texting period, where I began texting people. Then I only texted people.

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gif via GIPHY, CTTO.

Realizing that I was being too much of an in-the-corner-with-zero-social-interaction person, I began doing phone calls. But that too was only when the other person called me.

I hesitate to go to someone’s house to give something like a dish my mother made. You know, the typical Indian household thing where you need to give back the neighbor’s box with some food item you made, just because you cannot return something empty? I cannot get myself to do that. Not because I deem it a lowly thing to do (which it isn’t), but because I have zero knowledge about how to behave with Indian aunties or neighbors. Even if my parents taught me manners well.

Now since I am back at school, things are getting tougher. I do not know how to react to people I haven’t spoken with for around 2 years, but were friends of mine back then. It’s awkward. Plus, it gets hard to recognize people who’ve either doubled in length or in breadth.

Also, I‘ve become a bit of a perfectionist. Not a bit maybe. A lot, so much that it might be toxic.

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same, buddy, same. (via Tenor, CTTO)

My school assignments needs to be perfect, so to achieve that unattainable perfection, I spend a whole day to finish a small assignment. My mother says I take things too seriously because of that. I think that the partial reason of this cringe perfectionism is high expectations from myself.

I’ve been trying to decrease that. I’m slowly understanding that things aren’t meant to be perfect. And even though my peers have high expectations from me, they aren’t as high as the standards I set for myself. Self acceptance would get me out of it.

I’ve become more of a realist. I’ve been an optimist, whose encouraging people even if it’s practically and really impossible for that to happen. But this time, I think I’ve changed for the better. Living in the practicality is what I want, I’m going closer to being that person.

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I speak too fast. Don’t know if this qualifies, but I used to be a very “clear” speaker, now I just rush faster than a Japanese Bullet train. My brain is thinking too fast, I’m not able to put it into words at a normal human pace. Yeah I know, my brain’s faster than normal brains. (Truth? No, it isn’t.)

The pandemic either changed me, or brought out my real colors. But I have this vision, a prospective, about who I am supposed to be. I want to be THAT confident, stubborn, independent chick who enjoys herself and is practical. I don’t know how close I am to that goal, but let’s say… halfway through?

And before I end today, I have a message for you. Or more, a reader and a blog pal does. I promised Harshita that there’d be a shoutout for a beautiful comment she wrote on a blog post of mine (read it if you’d like here).

All body sizes are not beautiful. No they are not. Beauty is something the society, we, created as a way to obtain the validity. It makes you think you are only valid if you have a pretty face and a curved body

All body sizes aren’t beautiful

But they are valid

We sometimes label people ‘looks’ based on their look. I mean, it can be a mental condition or it could be from birth or it might be in the genes et cetera. We create this idea of people in our heads without getting to know them.

Body positivity is really important. Every one should feel this validity with their own skin. You are not obliged to change yourself *cough* torture yourself *cough* for [the ]convenience of others.

Harshita/Aashi Rath @ words on fleek

So with that message, we end here. Namaste.

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.

spending a rainy, winter day || ~rainy day log~

– written on December 1st


The morning of December the first. What a beautiful day to begin the last month that I have left of 2021. It’s probably the coldest it has ever been in our city. It’s been raining since the past… 12 and something hours. What’s even worse is that I had to be at school, giving an examination.

The worst weather is when it rains on a cold winter day. My friends and I shivered at school and by the time I got home, my limbs were frozen.

I took a warm bath and got dressed. Our house was even worse than the outside, the floors were freezing cold. I tiptoed and jumped on my way to the couch. I curled up into a ball, but nothing could save me.

But my rug would.

I got cozy in my rug and binge watched some television lazily, with nothing to do. Except I had to study for an examination that’s on the day after tomorrow. I had no practical energy to study chemistry or biology or physics on such a day, the body really doesn’t favor you, especially if it’s about studying.

Like a lazy cat that I am, I slept. I slept and enjoyed every moment of it.

I made hot chocolate for my “home-mates” a.k.a my mother, my sister and me. It didn’t matter how it tasted, the sole reason I wanted hot choc was because it contrasted the weather and comforted me.

I realized this was the perfect weather to read crime, I picked up a book to read~

I decided to study a bit, because I was supposed to be a *model* student, and wowza, I did make progress. That leaves me enough time to enjoy myself during tomorrow’s study leave, haha.

I made a few positive affirmations for myself. I feel I was a little low on self-esteem lately.

The only thing I want to do on such days is to curl up into a ball, get a book, some milk(not coffee, hehe) and head to my temporary utopia. I mean, isn’t that what anybody else would do?

glow in dark books lol.

What would you do on such a day? Let me know in our gala place, the comments.

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.

P.S.- The blog’s been a lil low on stats lately, can I get some love on some recent posts pwease? Thank you!

Highlighting a beautiful travel experience in Andhra Pradesh, India: Photo post#5

Hello there, blog readers!

I know, I’ve been gone for long. But just so you know and if you feel concerned, I’m still alive. I’ve just been pushing the drafting of this post to another day, because my thoughts didn’t feel collected. Now that I found time (finally), here I am.

Just so you know the context of this post, I’d gone for my Diwali vacations, as I mentioned in the earlier post, to my grandparents’ place, in Andhra Pradesh. Though I live in Pune, Maharashtra (which is, if you don’t know, FAR), I’m native to Andhra Pradesh. I don’t go there quite regularly, and it is more of an annual or occasional affair. That sadly also means I’m not that attached to the rest of the family that lives there.

Get ready for some pictures of landscapes and a complimentary animal misadventure🙂

Also, make sure you see this post on the original site because the blog graphics look best on the original blog! (if you’re using wordpress reader)

This was a b&w shot I took while our train was on a halt. It felt like one of those pictures you see in a history textbook.

As we crossed states, the millet crops and black soils vanished. While we neared, we saw vast fields of paddy fields and red soils. Not to be that geography teacher, but I’m awed by the beautiful transitions of the soil diversity even as I revisit the pictures again.

Flash forward to a few days later, I found myself at my aunt’s house, paying a visit. There’s a beautiful green farm, with cattle and chickens! I only managed to take pictures of a small cute calf because others were a bit…rude. And the chickens just ran away.

The calf’s name is moony, and he’s quite the opposite of the moon. Well, he’s black. On the roof, I could manage to catch a glimpse of him, somewhere. All alone.

“Wait- this human was on the roof, now she’s coming at me?”

“No, no, you’re not coming closer-“

“You’re a funny human you know, and is that my food you’re holding? can I eat it?”

*hides the phone and runs*

Thankfully, his unnamed sister is pretty calm. She’s pretty gentle.

The most exciting part was our trip to Rampachodavaram. That is a huge name, I agree. Break the word and read it again. Much of the photo post is about that place.

This place is a beautiful forest with cool waterfalls. This is one of the best memories I take back from here, apart from my jovial and fun cousins’ playtime, eating loads of sweets and spending time with family.

This place is kind of a very lesser known area, it’s not that popular, at least as of now. Who knows, this post might attract someone. (and there goes my feeble attempt to contribute towards Indian tourism)

Trees were coming closer to form a canopy like thing (sorry that I cannot put it to nicer words apart from “like thing”), and I understand that I dramatize things a LOT, but as and when you go deeper, the forest gets denser and dangerous.

On the way, we grabbed lunch. Not to mention the fact that there was no seating anywhere apart from a ginormous stone besides the waterfall (which was fine with me), there are a good amount of food stalls that give you bamboo chicken.

I don’t know if they do vegetarian, but I only know about chicken. The street vendors have huge grills with blazing flames where they put the bamboo on, that’s filled with chicken. It’s kind of the speciality in this region. And it did taste nice, apart from the fact that it was very spicy. Which is, again, fine with me.

We set off to go higher to find a better view of the waterfall, where there are less people. The path is rocky. Maybe that is why the picture above is blurry.

A few more wild shrubs and boring rocks-

That is how dense it gets as you climb uphill. But the denser it gets, the quieter it all seems. Just crickets in the background, and sticky skins. This place seems like somewhere Bear Grylls would go and build a house out of trees.

“Mr. Bear Grylls, you’re welcome to come here and build your new home…”

Wild mushrooms!

My dream house would be built somewhere near a waterfall like this. Waking up everyday to this, pleasant!

*also the fact that this forest hides potential wild life behind*

See that? Pretty, right?

Leaving all the beautiful things I’d seen there and coming back to live amongst buildings surely is angst mixed with nostalgia. It’s frustrating that I don’t get to live my native culture, while the rest of my family does. In Pune, everyone either speaks Marathi or Hindi (which I’ve gotten used to). Very occasionally do I find someone who speaks in Telugu (my mother tongue). Living in Pune doesn’t give me that familiarity of my native language.

I miss delicacies that are unfortunately found only in Andhra Pradesh. My parents tell me stories about their childhood that they experienced in their own state, such fun stories, of them sleeping under mango trees or nearly encountering a ghost or those little mischievous things they did with their friends. A huge part of their heart is still attached to that place, my parents’ don’t show it, but staying away from where they were brought up does shatter them and makes them sad.

I’d miss all those green fields, long coconut and palmyra trees, clean air of my native village and all the memories I made there. But I’m sure, I’d go back there, and I cannot wait until that happens.


No, I’m not interested in explaining where I was all these days and you’re probably even tired of waiting for me. I just held back this post, and making this post was so tiring, especially the editing! Anyways, I hope you all are alright.

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.

Sending you the festival’s greetings!

Photo by Udayaditya Barua on Pexels.com

Hello there! First off, I must wish you all a happy diwali. I was actually planning to make a huge post with write-ups and pictures about Diwali, but I’m not where I used to be. I’ve been travelling, and only now, as I type from my mobile phone, do I realise that blogging while you’re travelling is damn difficult.

Nevertheless, I plan to write a nice travel report when I do go back home. Of course, with pictures I clicked on the way🙃

I’m trying to be a good earth citizen by not bursting crackers this year, but it seems likely that I would go burst a few after persuasions by family. Yet, I’d try to be as sustainable as possible.

I look forward to so many other things today, especially the food🙈. Since this year I’m with my grandparents, I look forward to spend it with them.

what are you planning to do this Diwali?

Let me know in the comments!

Happy Diwali once again!

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.

P.S.- thank you so much for all the love you gave on the last post, but I’d be late in replying to your wishes!

Just a little bit of positivity: The thin line of difference between body positivity and reality

Generally people my age aren’t that comfortable talking about body sizes or anything of that sort. I don’t understand why, because we all do have insecurities. A few comments made purely for “jovial reasons” and occasional taunts of “You’ve become a bit healthy, had fun in your vacations it seems!”, apart from that, I don’t find body size discussions anywhere.

So straight up, I would begin with myself. I’ve been a fairly chubby child. If I exempt my lean toddler years, however. My mother herself holds her mouth agape as to how exactly this transformation came to be.

I’ve had some real nutritious food, usually “zero trans fat” or “high on fiber” stuff. Binge eating was and never is a practice at home. I did martial arts, yoga and occasional exercising to keep myself fit. I do classify as a healthy person, who is also a bit chubby. I do seem happy about it, because I try to do everything I can, and if it doesn’t change anything, there is nothing much I can do to fix it.

And when it comes to my behavior towards others, there have been some…questionable things. I do encourage body positivity now, but I never did so in my past really immature years. Not saying I’m some mature Buddha now, but I can say I’ve improved.

My gang and I in our classroom used to make stereotypes about an obese girl in our class (I’d refrain from using the word “fat”, because it does seem a bit rude to say that). We used to say things like, “I bet her lunchbox is her size too”. I know, it was a bad thing to say. A few in our class passed a few rude comments about the obese children being equivalent to bulky animals.

Photo by Anthony Shkraba on Pexels.com

Though funny at that time, it must have been very insulting and mentally disturbing for those children. And really, it’s not only the obese ones getting attacked. It’s also those underweight ones, often called “sticks” and taunted with “you’d fly away if a storm came by”.

And what would follow would be probable stressing out to fit into others’ mindset.

That’s when you need body positivity. When you need to feel good in your own skin. And this is not only for body sizes, it’s for your complexion or any other thing that is completely natural. Even being short heighted.

But at the end of the day, deep down, you might know that this is probably not your best self. At the end of the day, being overweight isn’t good for your health, being underweight isn’t good for your health. And this might not give a good outcome in the future.

This is the reality.

You need body positivity when you create a mental impression about how you wish to fit into others’ standards, but you need to think of the reality when it comes to your better health.

Being obese or underweight is a fact that you can work upon, but being “ugly” because of it is an opinion, that you need to change.

(I should get the last two paragraphs framed somewhere, shouldn’t I?)


This post was just me writing down my thoughts roughly. I’ve given this issue a bit of a thought, I realize that body positivity needs to be normalized, while embracing the reality.

Do you have a story to share on this topic? What are your thoughts about feeling insecure in your own skin?

You could mail me about this, and if I do receive a good amount of responses, I would get those stories or viewpoints published on the blog. This is open all the time, meaning there is no time limit. You could have your content published anonymously

CONTACT

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.

P.S.- Might be a wee bit late in responding to comments! And if you’ve filled the form, let me know in the comments!

A journey through words: Reading, writing and blogging.

I’ve got a few friends who’ve praised my IQ and called me smart. First off, I don’t know how to accept compliments, I deny that I’m smart. I just have good grasping skills, or I think, at least. But why did they even say that?

I told them I read my first book in Kindergarten. It was a copy of Aesop’s fables, that my mother had bought for me when I was four. I even recall someone asking, “Did you even know how to read?”. I said, “why not?”. I got interested in that book because of the pictorial illustrations at first. But pictures only half explained what my kindergartener brain was looking for. Words alone satisfied my craze.

The book seems a bit archaic- after 10 whole years.

And I haven’t stopped reading ever since.

My mother instilled this habit of reading in me. And then there is my father. My father is a coach who does not play. He doesn’t partake interest in reading, though I’ve relentlessly tried to get him to read any of those novels I got interested in. But he keeps reminding me to devote time to read, come what may. How ironic, isn’t it?

I was maybe 10, when I wrote my first piece of writing (At this point, I feel I’m writing an autobiography). It was a short story I’d written from a prompt given in English class. Never was I so satisfied with something I myself created.

I thought I should work on writing more. But, I hit a demotivating slump where I was “afraid” to write. So I gave up. I read even more for the next 2 years.

A glimpse of a few of my writings now

My vocabulary had increased, due to repetitive and vigorous reading. Books were somehow so telepathic, I felt so lost in that realm of endless adventures. I felt more confident in expressing myself. I began writing a diary. Over time, my words had become better than where they were before. But since I was more into reading back then, I kept on reading.

The real turning point was when the pandemic began. I suddenly felt so lonely. I had nowhere to go. From a very sociable person, I had gone to a confused state where I could not find oblivion. I needed to let all of these feelings that had accumulated all this while. I needed to write.

I wrote a blog post for the first time.

It was a post about being mentally happy and fit, something I myself needed. I wrote about mental health and self-love on my first blog. It concluded after publishing 10 posts on it. I fell into thought.

There wasn’t much more I could write about mental health. I was out of ideas, and I wasn’t fueled by passion anymore.

That’s it, if I don’t want to do it, I wouldn’t do it. I bid goodbye to the blog. Over a few months, I worked on a brand new blog, which is this one, where I would never run out of things anymore. Where creativity had no boundaries.

I swore to myself that I would try to improve with every piece of writing. Out of all the posts I’ve written for this blog, all of them aren’t my best. Some were good and some weren’t. But I’m who I am, with all my faults. Just like Kim Nam-Joon said. My faults and failures make me.

My past gives me lessons to learn from, my present gives me energy to move on and my future gives me something to look forward to. Words just tie them all up.

Words have been the most beautiful gifts given to this world. I’m grateful, that words have owned me. I don’t own them. I just act as a medium for words to flow, and the emotions just weave themselves.

Why I share this to you all is because, just as how I was so deeply impacted by words and became someone new, it can change you too. My best advice, read and express.

Who am I to give advice, you say? I’m a fourteen year old girl with aspirations of being someone different. Words help me absorb and reimagine every single moment I’ve ever had. My life till now gives me lot to learn. And my life feels like a life. I’ve got just enough experience to say this.


So here was a story I was excited to share since a real long time. I was so restless ever since I finished this draft and I couldn’t wait for the weekend to come and present this to everyone. Also because this is the 35th post I make on the blog and my first one after hitting a 100 follows on the blog.

Thank you!

But what exactly is wrong? Why all of a sudden such posts, essays and writings and what’s with all of the non humor? I just thought that the posts on this blog aren’t exactly what I would call “quality content”. So I’ve decided to put some more effort, throw in a few *fancy words*, and write more thoughtful posts. I understand that many readers won’t be too jumpy about this and there would be low stats for sure, but at the end of the day, it’s about quality.

What has been your journey with words? Let’s chat in the comments!

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.

P.S.- My September month report is ready! Take a look at it!

My recent obsessions

Hello humans! (not that other creatures can read this post but whatever.) A splendid October to everyone! Leaves are turning to shades of red and brown, as wind blows more now. Let’s start October with…obsessions? (You know, October and Obsessions, get it?)

Obsessions aren’t good things, they’re more of guilty pleasures. You know it’s wrong, but it’s still pulling you back. You cannot think out of it. You know, just like how your favorite pop idol or boyband pulls you closer and closer and the only thing you can think of is…them.

I’ve been obsessed with so many things for a while too. And I know, these obsessions don’t stick around for long, so I’m gonna write them down now.

So that my future self can see how cringe I was.

Dam(n) Aesthetics

Above: Pictures taken from my Phone, edited with expertise(lol, just played along with image settings). Please zoom in to have a look of my brilliant photography. Props: An old dictionary, A dried flower, a cup and Mr Sun.

Haha, Dam. (It’s a Dam Percy Jackson joke.)

Aesthetics, how cheerful. I’ve become obsessed. My pinterest home page is basically just aesthetic photography and what not. It’s the influence of the growing aesthetic culture (hey, I coined it-), this generation loves it. So do I. I’ve picked up aesthetic photography, though I don’t know till what extent it is “aesthetic”.

Like, I’m not sure how many of you scream when you see a picture of person reading which is edited to look rosy pink. It’s the damn trend.

(Also, you’d find the proper version of the above pictures on the blog’s Pinterest, you could download them if you want to use them anywhere! But credits, please.)

Writing

Writing is getting into my head now. I’m writing more than ever. I’ve got loads of drafts here and there, I literally cannot find a book that is NOT filled with words. I should probably buy some new notebooks right now.

Not probably, FOR SURE I need to buy them. Or my obsession will get me to an extent where I’d be writing on walls, hands and possibly furniture.

Studytube

Nope, I don’t actually see studytube all day. But then, Study-youtube is a very good way to use youtube. It’s not really a trashy place. There are some studytubers who are providing good content, which isn’t exactly bookish or “studious”. I love watching study to success and studyquill on youtube, and they don’t tell you “STUDY FOR 24 FREAKING HOURS AND DON’T SLEEP, DON’T BINGE WATCH, DON’T BREATHE!”. They give easy to follow tips and some are actually funny. Plus, I saw my grades have improved-

But the downside is that it all looks so unachievable at times.

But the studytube is just so cool-

Insults

Uh, don’t get the wrong picture-

Kids, insults aren’t good things. But then, friendly insults are just good to do (with your friends; I mean only an insane person would do this to someone else-). Roasting, is that what it’s called these days? And in this pandemic, everyone’s gained skills in dry humor and sarcasm (which explains my sudden surge of fluent sarcasm). Text-roasting/insults are my favorite things to do these days.

Edits

Like, how are some people on Earth so talented? And I’m just sitting here? Just kidding, not saying I don’t have talent. But I’m just so humble and modest to not say that, haha.

I should stop this bragging.

No one’s interested in this conversation anyway.

Edits are so popular right now! I’ve tried making a few edits, but they so glamorously failed. But! I scroll through some really neat stuff, like wallpapers, cute doodles(Not to mention how they make fan made posters and stuff in the scrapbook style), and videos on pinterest.

It’s getting weird now, let’s go to the next one.

Pinterest

This is more like eternal obsession? I do have a love-hate relationship with this. But I love it now! Great for inspiration (but terrible to succeed in doing it lol), tips, ideas, and fandoms.

Pinterest is run by fandoms.

BTS

You may skip this point if you don’t like them-

Now, this is the only obsession that I can TOTALLY NOT GET OVER. I seriously don’t get how I didn’t become a fan before, like these men/boys/people are AWESOME. It was partially because I had cringe classmates who were screaming about them in high pitched voices. I thought this was just the boyband that any typical girl would a fan of, obviously for their looks.

And I’m even playing them more than others. (And no, I don’t listen to Olivia R. It’s probably my sister-)

I first heard their music in like 2018-2019 ish period. I liked it, but I was afraid I’d become like *those cringe girls* (No offence). There’s so much more to the fans, and what’s not to love about them?

Long story short, I like them now. And the lyrics are pure, except they’re in Korean.

Other honorable mentions because I’m just too tired to elaborate more:

  • Photography
  • Cute doodles
  • Scrapbooking
  • Lettering
  • Fictional plotline writing
  • pov by Ariana Grande because, why not?

Since I realise that this post doesn’t actually provide any value to your time (it’s just me ranting), let’s convert this into an open hearted conversation! If you’re reading this, write down a few of your obsessions in the comments, let’s have a chat about it!

Write down your obsessions!

That’s all for today humans! See you next week or whenever I choose to write next!

Not-so-daintily loving you,

Divi.