Before today I didn’t really realize how distinctly easy it is to dress up for a particular season. I mean if you think about it, there has always been a clear demarcation where summer always equates to white cottons and beige linens, with winters equating to darker hues, and knitted cardigans.
While the climate goes through this cycle every year – at this very moment though – given the erratic nature of the temperature outside I can veritably say we are in a phase of transitional weather.
Back in my school days, when I didn’t haveconcrete plans with friends and distractions like Netflix, Instagram and YouTube weren’t invented yet, sometimes I’d spend my holidays huddled under a blanket reading for hours at an end.
I’d start reading my book in the morning and I’d get so absorbed in the stories of the lives of the characters that I wouldn’t even realize when the morning turned to evening and the evening turned to night. And, as I sat for those countless hours tethered to my book, beyond the golden glow of my bedside lamp – outside – the air cooled, the sunlight dimmed, traffic jams became thicker and my windows became foggier. On colder days, my mom would surprise me with a mug of hot chocolate and a plate of fried potato smilies.
On the evening of Jan 5th, a slew of Hollywood celebrities walked down the red carpet of The Beverly Hilton Hotel in Los Angeles for one of the most anticipated nights of 2020: the 77th Golden Globe Awards.
From its inception in 1944 the Golden Globes aimed to honor the best entertainers in the film industry for their achievements in various aspects of filmmaking. And as the years passed, the Golden Globes not only expanded its recognition, but it also became a platform for celebrities to demonstrate their opinions on various political, environmental or global issues from around the world.
At the end of 2017, I wrote an article about whatthat year taught me about life. A little over two years now – in the wake of a new decade – here I am, reminding myself of, and implementing those lessons, through a year of gratitude.
The beginning of 2019 was very different from the beginning of 2020; for one, back then, the new year’s messages poured in till almost the 10th. This year, its been barely few days in, and I can already see that the messages and merriment has phased out.
A small part of me believes it’s because people have matured and moved on from the hysteria of overplaying it. But a more dominant part of me believes, it’s because of a universal decline in enthusiasm. I can’t speak on the behalf of the entire world population – but as I see it, and as Joan Didion once said ‘the world as I had understood it, no longer existed.’
I haven’t really given much thought to styling my hair for most of my life. When I was a child my mother gave me the ‘fringe cut’ with straight hair at the back. It remained my haircut for years.
The first time I really took charge of styling my hair was in my early adolescence: I grew out the fringe and started to center part my hair. The second time was after graduating school when I got myself the ‘layered cut’. It was the rage. The third time was at the end of Junior College when I started to dislike layers and got myself the ‘Victoria Beckham’ bob.