A day without my watch

Last year, Lemon got me the famous Apple Watch as my birthday present. I didn’t like it at the first sight. But gradually it became my favorite. I don’t go anywhere without my dear watch.

This morning I had an early meeting that I couldn’t miss. So with all the the cold and body ache I rushed to catch my train on time. I took my bag, searched for my office ID card for 10 minutes, wore my watch, grabbed the car keys and left home.

Just when I arrived at Boston, I noticed my watch was missing. Yes it took me the entire journey to even notice my watch was missing. That goes to show how careless I am, right?

I first thought it must have fell somewhere in the station or in the train. But I didn’t trust my instinct and ruled out that possibility. So where could it be? I asked myself. I remember wearing it before leaving the house. I even remember happily smiling at it when it beeped with a text from my bestie.

I casually looked around where I was at the moment. In the middle of the road crossing a busy street. It wasn’t to be seen anywhere around me. So I assumed I must have left it in my car. With that thought, I stopped looking for it and got busy with my day.

Soon the day turned into evening. I was back on my train. At around 5:15 PM I reached my station and ran to my car. To my surprise, it wasn’t there either. I got worried. It was a gift from Lemon. I didn’t want to lose it somewhere. What will he say? Will he be mad? But then my tiny brain told me not to worry. Because the anniversary is coming up next week. Maybe he will get me a new one, I thought!

And then, as soon as I reached home I peeped into my bedroom drawer where I usually keep it and did not find it. I washed my face, changed clothes and went to the kitchen to fix dinner thinking it was gone forever.

BUT There it was! On my kitchen island. It was even charging.

So well, I do know I wore the watch after dressing up. I do know I saw my friends message in the watch and smiled. But I doubt how it went to the kitcen island, and was still charging. Did I remove it while searching for my ID card? Lemon was at home and he put it in charge? I really don’t know. I am not going to think about it anymore!

Phew! What a day!

Tada peeps!



Lemon’s Tea

I am beginning to smell it. And I can’t stop smiling.

For the first time in many years, Lemon is in the kitchen making tea for me. It’s been a while since he had made something special just for me you know.

He is doing it today because I am feeling no good. Down with throat pain and bad cold. And Lily still has fever.

All this means I spent most of today in the bed. With my phone, water bottle, Tylenol and Vick’s next to me.

I hate sick days. Taking hot showers. Being a couch potato. Abundant sleep. Body aches and more throat pain. Sigh!

Tea. Lemon followed some online recipe to make it. It was awesome but for the records, I didn’t tell him it was awesome! Otherwise he will get two horns and keep saying that he did this for me for the rest of our lives.

Here’s the cup


Another post with no title

There won’t be much of a post from me today, because I’m super tired. It all actually started last night. Lily wasn’t well and woke up crying every now and then. I didn’t sleep well. I could feel the onset of a headache when I woke up today.

Afternoon is when I met Lemon’s aunt. We had lunch, chatted for a while, and then did a little shopping. And then evening we all came back home. Lily is tired, cranky and crying. Lime and Lemon are super active. I feel so drained out.

I’m lying in my bed and typing this post on my phone. I hope I rest and get rid of the tiredness tomorrow. With that thought, I’m going to sleep. See you all tomorrow! Good Night!


A tale of smiles

I smile every morning as I walk into the kitchen and see the dish washer flashing green light called ‘Clean’. It makes me smile big. It tells me that Lemon did not forget to turn it on!

I smile every evening when Lime remembers to remove his shoes before walking into the home and when he hangs his jacket in the closet. It tells me he is growing up to do such stuff.

I smile each time I see a WhatsApp message from my mom. It tells me she has learnt to use the phone keyboard. What she types is not always right, but I can figure out what she is trying to say to me.

I smile each time Lily comes running to me pointing her finger at Lime. It tells me she is complaining about her brother. It tells me they are having fun.

We take billion pictures in each of our trip. Here’s one that makes me smile every time I see it


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