don't Keep Calm.. I am Back!

So, after a hiatus of close to 2 years, yours truly has decided to blog again drawing some inspiration from Mrs.Funnybones. A friend read her book and recommended reading them as she thought my style of writing and that of Mrs.Funnybones felt quite similar to her I am taking that as a compliment (insert the wide grin emoji here ).

While I dint get to strike off a lot of things from my 30 before 30 list, I definitely accomplished one. Point number 25 on the list. Not the plural though.

So what changed in the last 2 years?

I am a lot more patient now. Thanks to the lil tsunami that has entered my life now.
I am definitely more fit than I was two years ago.
A lot less materialistic. Thinking about which I dint buy a single watch in the last 2 years and bought just one bag. Quite a feat for the shopoholic in me.
I am more tolerant towards most of the things (insects haven't made it to that list yet!).
If you asked me to describe myself in one word today , that word would be 'non-judgemental'. Non-judgemental about anything in this world.
Don't care so much about 'log kya kahenge..' anymore. Guess this one makes it with age.
Don't drink the sugary cocktails anymore. More of a scotch person now.

Came to understand why they say old wine, old books, old wood and old friends are the best.

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