Navyasaysso

Well, you see an auto,An EV auto to be specific.All I see is a pretty Blue Auto.For instance,you open any wardrobe,blue holds the major share.Blue looks good everywhere and in anything.I had a friend (I still have her by my side) who would purchase only blue dresses.I like all the Colours but I get good dresses in blue ,IDK . So yesterday I had gone to visit a preschool for my son and I planned to visit Jaynagar post that to meet a friend of mine.Guess what ,who arrived via Rapido service? This pretty little auto. I had travelled on EV auto Rikshas in Amritsar.But they had a pathetic condition and not able to climb a flyover too. My dad got an Ather and my mind started calculating on how much returns this guy might be getting by choosing EV over natural gas one. Auto ride was smooth and I was travelling from Dollars colony to Jaynagar and I don't have to tell much about the nature there. I was a bit sleepy post eating heavy paneer parathas, but my mind couldn't stop...

This is a Saturday morning.Only Me and Maga.As a weekend ritual I am set to eat out.I did not want to struggle in the traffic .I did not want to struggle to cook also.When Kartik Agni is not home,I don't have to cook chutney and if no chutney with sir's blessings I cannot eat with Jaggery now.So We went to MTR as I saw some food vlogger giving MTR masala dose review. First I ordered Kharabath for my son.I did not want to overwhelm him with Idly.We give him Idly whenever we go out.So why not Kharabath?(poor me did not know untill last 2-3 years what is actually a Kharabath).He had first few bites with love.Then he must have been full and he showed me how flexible he is. By that time my jacket was full of Kharabath and my masal dose came in . Honestly I am not a dose fan.So it was just to full up my stomach.I wanted to finish it up quickly so that I don't look messy with all food. The hotel ambience was nice as usual.I was peculiar enough t...

What?You got your hair chopped? Are you a male or female? Well,These were some common questions I am getting since the day I had a haircut. Honestly I thought I would look cute and yet look confident at the same time. But Woah,God had some other plans! It made me not to look at the camera.It made people question my gender.I believe it was to mock.My dad almost hit me😂 and asked me not to visit home. For what? not being feminine enough? Is it just the long hair to define a  girl? I walk out,I go with full confidence everywhere without thinking about my hair. I think I am still in my postpartum recovery era where atleast one part of the body aches a day or I act too too crazy for minor inconvenience. Actually I honestly don't care phase I am in. But to be honest ,being a tomboy was something I always liked. But because of the extra straight hair that I have got it made me look homeless. I can't apply serums and it looks wild. But looking at the bright sid...

In my childhood I would often wonder if I could ever get to attend a guitar session by a young singer with full of energy .I would admire movies like "Geetha" where Sanju would have sessions.But I could never really get such opportunities when I actually had the freedom.Now I am a mom,my toddler would perhaps reduce the chances of attending even more. My parents were here after a long time.I asked my brother if we could book the session,a jamming session happening in Bugle Rock almost every Sunday.This was particularly a Folk song themed session.I could not dress up in that attire as I am a miser and find myself guilty.So I just wore a kurti which is 5 years old and wrapped myself in a Kashmiri Shawl which I had got.We had to leave early as I planned my brother to taste the legendary MLTR in DVG road. we went there in cold and around 7 itself the place was half filled.I honestly like the rustic things here as they remind me of my childhood.My brother w...

Here I am rolling on my bed, begging for sleep, remembering the pieces I left behind years back and wondering if those are still alive. I somehow want to go back and live in the yesteryears, but if that turns out to be a good act, won’t it squeeze the memory from my heart forever? How could I be a donor — a donor of a part of my life? I wonder how easy it was to say everything. A story half-read haunts more, they say — but do the characters also experience the same? I want to break barriers, peek into that life where my presence was once nurtured. 💔 Would it be shackled by ethics? Would it still be entertained? I wonder if my breeze has ever passed by his courtyard; I wonder if he ever saw me in her. I wonder if I was strong — I still wonder. What is it all for? Can someone really be good enough to think within the boundaries? Is it easy to forget someone who was your life once? Would it be easy for him to get over it? I don’t know. I still stare at pictures with a blank, ...

It was a Sunday.My younger brother was here.My cook and maid were on leave.I cooked and cleaned and post lunch,boom!Navya thinks she can go to a nearby place in Gottigere, Bannerghatta road for a "Sante".I hated everything about this sustainable living, lowkey life when I was in Talgod when I was actually living it. Then when I got ready and made my son ready too,my husband started scaring me out saying "Navya Gottigere is in outskirts,it's really not safe.People snatch things".Navya being Navya,made my slow eater brother to eat fast and took him as well so that I can shop well and do some photography. so it was just 4 kms from our home,it was really in the outskirts.Its called "Ragi Kana" in a Ramakrishna Ashrama.We reached there a bit late where it was just 1 hour for the market to get closed.They had a music program in the morning.The Market and the place were really really good.I just got a Ragi Dosa pack as I was out of bud...

You know,I always want to recollect the nice moments of my childhood and one of them was visiting to Bangalore in the early 2000s. My chikkamma was a resident of Thyagarajanagara in Basavanagudi.So a visit to Gandhi Bazar was a must.I still find the pieces ofy childhood there. So on my 26th Birthday I wanted to be a good version of myself, giving my pixel for repair and staying offline for a day without office work (Yes I took the first leave of the year ,but not from being a mom as my Aprameya wakes me up at 7 with no mercy) ,had nice coffee, listened to songs of my choice, read a bit, tried to figure out the ukulele which Kartik gifted me ( I am still learning) and asked Tejaswi from Siddapur, who is younger to me by 3-4 years but really one of the sweet encounters who talks about music, books and just loves Basavanagudi. So she came over, we had aloo paratha which my cook Raji had prepared (I loved aloo paratha when I was in college) wore a white chudi which Kartik had got from Nain...

You all know,Navya loves coffee.All credits to her Aayi for making her love coffee.Instagram lures me with aesthetic cafes here in the south Bengaluru.One of them was "Kahale". Often love marriages end up in just the marriages without love.So I went on a date with a baby man whom I created with Chai (I was too judgemental about having coffee in my pregnancy).They renewed an old home in Jayanagar 4th Block and commercialised it and prices were nice. I carried my son in a baby carrier as it safe + super comfy.So they just mimiced the interiors with that of a 1970s Karnataka home. They had a collection of nice Vintage tvs, telephones,type writers,red oxide floor what not. Also they had this 90s speaker with some vintage Kannada songs.I remember they welcomed me with "Binkada Singari"😁 Now talking about the food,Oh kid,It was price worthy and loved their Capsicum Bun.The reception guys flirted with me saying i...