I am throwing a dinner. I rarely do this. There's going to be no couture look of course. Its going to be simple. A straight forward menu of south Indian styled dishes. There will be some good wine, although not much of a wine connoisseur I am. There's going to be music and some friends, regular chit chat, some games and cigars?
My new office looks dull, but not without energy. We are three of us, sitting on regular work tables with side drawers and cabinets. A dull and deplorable steel shelf stands in one corner. My teak wood table looks quaint enough though. But the chairs don't go with the tables. They are an assortment of sorts. We're poor still, so cannot afford anything better for now.
Hopefully a bamboo blind and some palms later, maybe I can fluff it up a bit. The family has promised to donate a futon and a glass table. We'll make this happen, says them all.
The revamping of the home isn't going to be over the edge. Just simple adjustments, here and there, including the addition of lots and lots of plants. Most of my palms died a very lonely death. So a new batch arrives soon. And petunias and such as well. So there will be maybe 4 extra pots of palms, and a whole batch of colorful flowers for which I also need to order in a ceramic trough like at my parent's, although a friend suggested getting a flamed granite one made.
The new fridge shall arrive soon. But of course, the lack of money isn't helping! Look at it here. It's just what I need. The price is just what I don't. Nevertheless, one must be receptive to the idea, and then the universe hears you out.
The other day, a friend, who am terribly close to and I sat down over coffee and made a few revelations on life. After months of thought exchange, kind words, those of wisdom and coffee, I managed to find my 'meditation'. He is super proud of me he says. I smile half with gratitude and half with the knowledge that he is. I take time, I told him. And we smiled.
My new office looks dull, but not without energy. We are three of us, sitting on regular work tables with side drawers and cabinets. A dull and deplorable steel shelf stands in one corner. My teak wood table looks quaint enough though. But the chairs don't go with the tables. They are an assortment of sorts. We're poor still, so cannot afford anything better for now.
Hopefully a bamboo blind and some palms later, maybe I can fluff it up a bit. The family has promised to donate a futon and a glass table. We'll make this happen, says them all.
The revamping of the home isn't going to be over the edge. Just simple adjustments, here and there, including the addition of lots and lots of plants. Most of my palms died a very lonely death. So a new batch arrives soon. And petunias and such as well. So there will be maybe 4 extra pots of palms, and a whole batch of colorful flowers for which I also need to order in a ceramic trough like at my parent's, although a friend suggested getting a flamed granite one made.
The new fridge shall arrive soon. But of course, the lack of money isn't helping! Look at it here. It's just what I need. The price is just what I don't. Nevertheless, one must be receptive to the idea, and then the universe hears you out.
The other day, a friend, who am terribly close to and I sat down over coffee and made a few revelations on life. After months of thought exchange, kind words, those of wisdom and coffee, I managed to find my 'meditation'. He is super proud of me he says. I smile half with gratitude and half with the knowledge that he is. I take time, I told him. And we smiled.
