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Hola Amigos🥺 Hope all of you are safe & sound in your homes 🏡The last few weeks have been incredibly difficult and life changing for all of us around the world🌏And unfortunately there doesn’t seem to be a foreseeable end to this pandemic. It took me all of two weeks to try and get used to this new and restrictive routine and finally after a miniature meltdown I resigned myself to the fact that this is the way things are going to be for a couple of weeks if not months going forward. My thoughts and prayers are with everyone may we all come out of this stronger, more resilient and as better human beings❣️#withme #coronavid19 #quarantinelife #quarantinediaries #karachibeautybloggers #pakistanibeautyblogger #dubaibeautyblogger #dubaidiaries #dubailife #cleanbeautyblogger
Its time for a video 🎥post! And its one of my favorite🤩 kind of posts “The whats in my handbag👜?” series! I love🥰 knowing whats in everyones bag, so if you are like me here is chance for you to catch a peak into whats inside my handbag🤩!
It’s Raining💦😍I know a lot of people will be rolling their eyes because when did rain ever inspire such joy🤩But when you live in a desert 🌵with the sun shining☀️ year round then occasional rain is a welcome sight 💕Also did I mention that to most Desi’s rain is a delightful treat ☔️As a child and a teen we (a gaggle of cousins & our youngest uncle) spent our summer vacations scanning the skies at our Nani’s(maternal grandma’s house)for any signs of dark clouds and would sniff the air for the unmistakable scent of damp earth which would signal that rain was on the way. (Monsoon ⛈season was between July & August when schools were blissfully off)In those days we had serious downpours ⛈that would last for hours🤩. And inspire hours of fun where we would be splashing around every puddle in sight in and around the house, spraying each other down with the additional water hose (despite our Nani’s admonishing that we would use up all the water in the tank 💦) Sliding down at super speeds down our slide and landing in puddles of dirt at the bottom, all the while eating piping hot pakoras with cups of chai (there is nothing like drinking steaming hot chai while trying to avoid the rain drops from falling in your cup ☕️😋)which the cook would be churning out of the kitchen in celebration of the wondrous weather ☔️So it’s not wonder that even today the sight of rain🌧gets me super excited and makes me want to go outside and start jumping around splashing in puddles and getting drenched 💦Here is to today’s glorious weather ☔️ a truly rare occurrence in Dubai🇦🇪.
So this was me in my night shirt, with my unkempt hair dreading the inevitable hair wash 💦day (which is usually after every 3 days) and which usually starts with me trying to coax my hair into behaving and lasting one more day which it clearly isn’t 😒. After which I give up and begin the tiring process which involves slathering on copious amounts of hair oil, combing out the tangles and trussing my hair up into a tight braid for a couple of hours while i dread the tiresome task of washing out the aforementioned oil which inevitably leads to sore, aching elbows (is it just me who gets tired just by washing my hair🧐) Not to mention the second round of combing, detangling & brushing that follows (which has become a lot easier thanks to the @johnmastersorganics detangler🤩). Then ofcourse there are the 4-5 hours I have to endure walking around looking like the survivor of a major frizz bomb deployment (it takes that long for my hair to settle down after wash💦 day 😳). So why this picture then? To show you that behind the photoshopped, impossible to achieve perfectionist obsessed world of social media is this reality that everyone wakes up to ( celebrities, social media stars everyone!). So let’s embrace our flaws and celebrate our imperfect, all natural selves from time to time.
💇🏻♀️I have always had long hair for as long as I can remember and as such I have become very protective of my locks 💝.
💇🏻♀️From the time when I was a toddler and till my late teens my mom was in charge of my hair’s care and maintenance : from pinning me down with one leg and piling on coconut🥥olive and safflower oils, to tying it in the tightest of braids. Even haircuts consisted of me standing on a pile of old 🗞newspapers and my mom trimming a few centimeters at the bottom with a pair of kitchen scissors ✂️. Salons and hairdressers according to my mom and Nani(her mom) were the wicked conspirators who would chop✂️ off all my hair to sell in the black market and send me home looking like a ganji kabootri (bald pigeon🐦) God only knows where Desi moms and grandma’s come up with such analogies and stories 😓.
💇🏻♀️If all that wasn’t extreme enough mom would also carefully wash and condition and detangle my hair announcing beforehand that I was too phoohar (both inept & incapable) that I would never be able to wash the oil out 😓. And also that I would use up all the water in the tank in the process😳.
💇🏻♀️Eventually I took over the washing and conditioning part once I turned 13 stressing that I needed privacy despite her protests of (mujh se kya chupa rahi ho maine tumhe 10 saal tak nilhaya hai💧) = I’ve bathed you till you were 10 there is nothing there I haven’t seen already 😳.
💇🏻♀️The only time after that I remember my mom washing my hair when I was older was when I was 14.
💇🏻♀️Ok so backstory : I was at school and for some reason had my head stuck out our classroom window to look at god knows what down below, when the glass pane from the window one floor above me fell out and smashed on my head 😱. And when I say smashed I mean smashed like into teeny tiny smithereens. So there I was with these hundreds of micro shards of glass in my hair feeling like a character from the Tiny Toons cartoon after they have been hit on the head with an anvil 😳. Anyways this was Karachi in the 90’s so the class teacher simply told me I was perfectly fine, not to make a fuss and since I wasn’t visibly bleeding that I should go home (the last class of the day had ended during this fiasco).
💇🏻♀️Once home I told my mom about the incident, where after the initial aye haye (oh no!) tujhe kya zarroorat thee khirki se poora sar bahar niklane ki? Kahin kaanch ne baal tu nahi kaat diye??( what possessed you to stick your whole head out the window? Don’t tell me the glass damaged the hair!!😒
I was then promptly marched over to the bathroom and since I refused to take off my clothes in front of her I had to sit in my uniform in the bathtub 🛁while she meticulously removed every piece of glass from hair and washed it. 💞
💇🏻♀️Given my mom’s obsession with long hair. It’s no wonder then that even as an adult I was very attached to my hair and when I finally ventured on my own for a haircut. I was the very epitome of the pain in the ass, badgering, edgy customer who would constantly remind the hair dresser to cut as little as possible of her precious hair and then demand proof that she had not tricked me and hacked off all my hair 🤨 (Mujhe dekhain kitna kaat rahi hain) = show me how much you are cutting off 😜
💇🏻♀️I remember the first time I had bangs cut 😳the sight of the hair dresser cleanly slicing off a a foot long, thick lock of hair had me clutching the arms of the salon chair so firmly my knuckles had turned white causing the lady to stop in alarm and checking to see if I was having some of seizure 😖🙃. I remember regretting getting my hair cut the moment I got back home and ordering all sorts of hair vitamins off of amazon and measuring my hair diligently every week.
💇🏻♀️Back to the present I have managed to get over my hair related nerves finally 😋 and I actually look forward to getting my hair styled and colored every now and then a little differently each time. Pictures below 😬⬇️💇🏻♀️Luckily I have always done my research and I have always found myself in good hands so no major hair disaster stories. Except for the time when I got my hair highlighted in Karachi and I ended up with a giant white blonde streak reminiscent of a Skunk’s tail smack in the center of my head 😱. But a tantrum in the salon and a little toner helped fix that problem so whew😬
💇🏻♀️I honesty feel a haircut and color is the easiest and quickest way to freshen up your look and feel good about the way you look. So here is my very current hair cut and yes it looked so good I had to indulge in a little selfie while I was still the car 😜
Tell me your hair stories good or bad I would love to hear them 😘
☕️Any trip to Dubai Mall for me is so not complete without a refuel at @papparotiuae 😋☕️ ok so I’ll admit it as much as I love my lattes, (that is from my years in California before that the only coffee I knew was the Bahadurabad wali Nescafé Espresso which was actually frothy milk with instant coffee and a drizzle of cream on top in a stryrofoam cup that I would always invariably bite through it was so flimsy 😳).
☕️I am at heart a huge chai fan ✨and I don’t mean the overly sweet westernized chai latte or chai tea mainstream coffee chains try to pass off as a weak replacement of the real thing, by which I mean quintessential Desi Doodh Patti –chai☕️
Ok for people that don’t know chai means tea, so when you call it chai tea that literally means tea tea 🙄. It’s just chai people just ask for chai any Desi will get what you are saying, on the other hand if you ask them for chai tea they will just look at you like you like what the F***🤨.
☕️My love💞and insatiable craving for chai is something that I have inherited from my mother👩🏻 who needs her two mugs of steaming, burn your tongue off, rich, creamy doodh patti chai (my mom is a chai connoisseur guys) And while I may not be as picky when it comes to my cuppa I have to admit a poorly made cup of tea does piss me off 😡.
☕️Which is why I was thrilled to bits when I chanced upon the papparoti franchise 🤩. Not only do they have mouth watering buns (read calorific disaster which will require atleast 2 hours in the gym not the measly 30 min jog that I kid myself into believing will burn off the 1000 calorie damage I do when I eat out 😖). They actually have proper Desi chai ☕️🤩I mean the real deal with elaichi and saffron versions 😍 in a proper mug ❣️not a 2 sip and it’s empty measly tea cup I mean which legit Desi, brown person drinks chai in a dainty tea cup??
☕️And no I’m not referring to the “cutting chai” I never really got the point behind that one to be honest 🤨. Ok so back to the topic ➡️this is the as close as you will get to the beloved Desi doodh patti that you get at the chai dhabas at Bukhari guys trust me on this👊🏻this chai is mom approved ✨( I brought her here in her last trip and after she berated me about how she could make chai for the whole family for a week back home at the price of one cup here) she proclaimed it delicious😋So it not only has my approval it has my moms seal of approval which basically means this place has it’s very own desi moms version of a Michelin👩🏻🍳 star🌟. So what are you waiting for❓Head on over for a bun and the yummy milk tea and take your moms too 😘
Hola Love Bunnies 🐰🎁💕!
Today on the blog its story time ! So get into your PJ’s , get comfy and hit that play button😘 because today we will talking all about the not so joyful experience of receiving totally terrible presents 🎁😖
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