Aparna

To the belief that, in a distant world, time moves with the sun, and seasons with crisp air and blooms. 🌼🌸

What firangs get most wrong about India is our national dish. It's not chicken tikka masala (not Indian); it's not "curry" (not a dish); it's the humble dosa. All of us have an unlikely dosa story. Here is mine.

@Somya_Crazy Loved loved this one! The decor is just 🫶

Bangalore or any other city can never beat the cafe culture in Dehradun

a woman recommending something to her friend group has a higher conversion rate than your entire paid ads budget

Otherw*rya mentioning basic influencer marketing 101 like it’s some conspiracy rocket science. Meh. Looks like the occasional tide of virality is far more appealing than letting ppl live/be.

Abundance mindset ft 🌼♥️

@Vikrchan It’s always in the “I ll pick you up” in Bengaluru.

Valentines Day in Bengaluru On 14th February, the city wakes up with unusual confidence. The weather, as always, is smug. Twenty-two degrees. Light breeze and pink flowers on trees, love is not just in the air. Just enough chill to justify holding hands. At a table a couple leaning forward onto the tables “Where did we first meet?” she asks. “Signal near Sony World,” he says. “You were in the office cab. I was on the bike. It was raining on the way back from work. The auto behind me was honking as if he wanted to reach the moon that evening. The Ejipura monument was under construction even then” A young man is asking his LLM “Find me quiet, romantic, uncrowded, cheap cafes in Bengaluru” .. The LLM being itself, lies. ”Thinking”….. and quietly giggles. Meanwhile, a husband of 23 years stands outside a flower shop that has temporarily become a stock exchange. Roses are trading at an all time high. “Single rose, 250 saar.” He calls her to ask if it is worth it. She pretends she cant hear him. “Why so much?” “Because sir, today feelings are imported.” He buys two. One for his wife. One in case she asks why he bought only one.He stops to pack her favourite masala puri as backup. Elsewhere, a startup founder has built an app called Dilivery that promises 10 minute romantic gestures. 3X cost applies if you’ve forgotten an anniversary before. Near Cubbon Park, young couples walk with the cautious optimism of people who have seen moral policing videos but are willing to take calculated risks. They sit at a respectable distance that satisfies both romance and potential aunties. At a traffic signal, a balloon seller moves between cars with heart-shaped balloons that say “I Luv U” in fonts last updated in 1997. A techie in the backseat of an SUV buys six .. It isn’t “over” yet.. By evening, MG Road glows like it has personally invested in candlelight. Restaurants dim lights to the point where people are not entirely sure whom they are dating. The eyes are not functioning, but folks are paying through their nose. I can smell Blind love.. One earnest young man rehearses his proposal. “I love you more than Bengaluru.” She gasps. This is not a small declaration. Across town, a single man scrolls through food delivery apps, applying the “Buy One Get One” filter with the seriousness of a relationship. He orders Donne biryani for two. And somewhere in an older part of Bengaluru, an elderly couple sits on their terrace after dinner. No roses. No hashtags. Just filter coffee in steel tumblers served with mixture from a neighbourhood shop. “You remember,” he says, “we met at your cousin’s wedding.” She nods. “You were wearing that ill-fitting safari suit.” He smiles. “You still married me.” A few singles have declared that all this is a western concept and they should protest by just going to an Italian restaurant to eat pasta with some wine.. The city quiets. The balloons deflate slightly. Love, in Bengaluru, is all about us spending most of our lives seeing Red hearts .. Even during non Valentines week, at traffic signals. Here love isn’t when someone says “I can’t live without you.”, but “Hey, I am on my way, I’ll come and pick you up.” .Here love is rarely dramatic. #Bengaluru #love #ValentinesDay

ARR Wonderment Tour officegaaana promos are all heart 💗

So glad I decided to check when’s #Shrinking season 3 coming out. 💃 #smalljoys

@simonsarris The only kind of tweets I am here for. Beautiful 💕

"we are creating a bubble of delight for ourselves in the one place in this world that is entirely ours"

@fintech_shark 💚

A belief that really solidified for me this year is that if you are a romantic, and want to see the world full of magic and love, you have to create it. Host the dinner party, send the flowers, write the note, share the compliment, put up the decorations, plan the outing, so on and so forth. The default state of life is decay. To create a world that is warm and wonderful and one you and others want to participate in, you really have to work at it. The good news is, it doesn't take that much work at all. "Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

@sanket @NetflixIndia @netflix Oh no!

I was sad when they announced the end a few years ago. I am sad again as the show will leave Netflix on the 31st of Dec 2025 :-( It all started with a Big Bang… @NetflixIndia @netflix #TheBigBangTheory

“finally i saw that worrying had come to nothing. and gave it up. and took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.”

Enduring connections thrive on the boring details, the mundane hacks – your go-to chai coffee order, laundry days, hair wash rituals. Not on the deep talks or the talk about the dead small talk.

The THR Actors roundtable so cool that I’m slightly deja vu’d of an imaginary friends squad hangout- listening and hyping each other up. Actors Roundtable | Anupama Chopra | The Hollywood Reporter India | Pres... youtu.be/jJ_CsFq_ekE?si… via @YouTube

Feeling seen

October sky did sky.

@ku1deep Went straight into the heart. Thanks!

October is almost done and It has been a tough few days. The sky is falling. Sleep has been rare lately. I land early in the day in delhi. The sandpaper flavour of its people makes a red ruin of my sanity. I finish a tough meeting. It goes well but I am hungry, cranky and have too much cortisol in my system. I need to make a few tough calls. I have been playing excel tetris for days now. The numbers needs to add up but they are not working. It is 3 pm and I am inside a cab. Outside, the hellish Gurgaon landscape plays its depressing dirge. I have had it. I am gonna give up now. I enter the next destination in the uber app but I am not going to my next meeting. I have decided I am going home and so I do. Home I grew up in decades ago. when the days were sepia and skies blue. I get there after 2 hours. Mom is there. She smiles gently and acknowledges that I am home. Asks the housekeeper to make me a cup of tea. we sit in silence for a bit. There really isn’t much me and my mom talk about. we almost never have. She does not understand the world I live in but she knows I know, that I live in it because of her. But as I sip my chai she tells me stories. The cows are giving milk, monkeys come around the evening to destroy her kitchen gardens, the air smells of smoke most mornings. She talks, I listen. I nod along, she keeps talking. She is happy. We both know it. I am ashamed that it took so little from me to make her happy and it took me so much effort to do so little. I give her a hug. My arms remember a rock, but find a frail frame. She feels smaller. I seek the familiar safety I remember but I find that I am holding the person who once held me. I see in that moment that I am the parent now and she gets to be a child. She keeps talking, I keep nodding. The paddy is being harvested, the lime trees are full of fruit, should she make me kheer, It will be cold soon and her joints ache… It has been an hour. I have a flight to catch. She hugs me goodbye and I walk back to my cab. I don’t look back. I am leaving home all over again. I get back to the Excel Tetris. The numbers still don’t make sense. But suddenly they don’t have to. I know what I am going to do. The cortisol haze has lifted and I see the futility of what I was doing. The numbers will never make sense. I just have to change reality around them. Doubt dies. I am the child who knows mom is watching from the stands. I breathe deep and easy. I will do what it takes and I will sleep well tonight.

Life is too short to pretend to be anything other than who you truly are. #NobodyWantsThis #Netflix