THE LOVE I HAVE INSIDE, TRYING TO GET OUT, MIDNIGHT LIGHT.

Five silly things I am excited for this winter.

I quite like winter. It's warm (okay, hot) where I live 8 months of the year. It's nice to feel a cool breeze against my skin, for a change. Winter, over the years, has been a store-house of memories - good and bad. The blankets, the sweaters, the hand creams, the cups of coffee; they're all triggers. It is just such a beautiful season. As a student, I have had December off, to enjoy the weather, to enjoy the winter fruits and vegetables, to enjoy going outside wearing dark nail polish. Being the cuckoo person that I am, I tend to go for bright colours in the colder seasons and darker colours in the summers. However, this time, I am all about rocking a plum or navy colour on my nails. 

Review: The Body Shop Satsuma Body Mist.

All my life I have wanted to smell like an orange. It's this inexplicable need that I have harboured since childhood. I have got so many fresh memories with that fruit in general. Soaking up the winter sun on the roof while peeling off countless oranges and eating them. I loved the smell it left on my hand. My paternal grandmother used to make me 'orange flowers' when I was a kid, which is basically turning the slice inside-out , thus popping out the bright orange pulp. Just the other day, a paternal uncle of mine passed away. Since I hadn't eaten anything all day, one of my maternal aunts asked me to drop by, just so she could make me eat something. When she walked up to me to receive me, she was smelling of oranges. She had used the body butter variant to this product, I just knew it. The fragrance had calmed me down so much, that I cannot even use a proper word to express my calmness. Ira, le girlfriend, once said that the smell of oranges reminded her of me. Similarly, the smell of vanilla is something I associate with her. Such is the power of a fragrances. Let's begin now, shall we?

(Note: Citrus unshiu is a seedless and easy-peeling citrus species, also known as cold hardy mandarin, satsuma mandarin, satsuma orange, Christmas orange and tangerine. It is probably of Japanese origin and introduced elsewhere.ts fruit is sweet and usually seedless, about the size of other mandarin oranges, Citrus reticulata, smaller than an orange.   The satsuma also has particularly delicate flesh, which cannot withstand the effects of careless handling.)

DIARIES OF A NOODLE HEAD.

There was this girl in my high school, whose hair looked like a mop of instant noodles. It was so thick and curly that I often wanted her to dye her hair blond just so it'd look more like instant noodles. I do not remember her name or her face, to be honest; I just remember that she existed and had hair that looked edible enough from a distance. Burnt edible, since we're all brunettes here.

Review: Forest Essentials Body Cream Vitamin E.

I sin on a regular basis. I do not moisturize. I never have. Forget daily, I doubt if I ever have moisturized monthly. So, one of my resolutions, which I made in January, comes into play now, as winter begins. I have begun moisturizing whenever my brain reminds me to. I have scruffy, tough elbows and knees which need some extra tender love and care. My ankles are no less. My quest to find a good moisturizer began in October, when I was visiting my brother. I wanted something smooth and silky. Something that was like water; hydrating, refreshing and extremely good for the skin. I think I may have found it.

Review: Nivea Lip Butters.

Nivea Lip Butters.

They're here! They're finally here!! This goes to show that patience and prayer does eventually pay off. I had been seeing these lip butters on the internet for almost a year now. And they looked so adorable that I knew I had to make them appear in this lovely Third World country of mine. Of course, it wasn't in my reach. Even after that, I had an inkling, a spark of hope alive; maybe they'd launch these here - and they did! I found them completely at random on Med Plus Beauty. I was very impressed with their relatively speedy delivery and parcel-taping skills. On the third picture above, you can see how these lip butters are packaged. I shot these photos quickly, on my laptop, Nero, no less. I realize they're not my usual white setting but, strangely, the lighting was good when I clicked them. I wanted to have photos of these bad boys in their natural, unused state. Before I began my annihilation. On the fourth photo, they're cozily hanging out with their other stay-at-home friends in a bed I made with a cardboard box and wrapping paper. They're stay-at-home products till now; not going off to work yet. My working lip products are scattered in various bags, skirts and pants, doing their job dutifully when required. You can also find these on Myntra. 

DIARIES OF HOW THIS AND THAT IS LIFE.

Success of a Survey of sorts.

Death is a funny thing. An extremely scary, terrible, funny thing. I often claim that nothing scares me much, except a long overdue assignment or low battery on my cellphones. However, there is one thing that scares me irrespective of time, date and season. That would be death.

Review: The Body Shop Lip Balm & Lip Butter.

Just the other day, I realized something. I do not like winter. I don't hate it, no. I just do not enjoy it. In school, every classmate of mine thinks I am insane just because I want to switch on the fan for a minute. At home, it's the same. Then, there's the whole dry weather scenario. While I enjoy the cold, I do not like how dry it gets around here. And I am a bad girl for not tackling that with a little moisturization. I do not believe in moisturizing. Then again, if I am being honest, I am too lazy to do it. I cannot wait to get my hands on a good body butter and slather it all over my body, particularly my elbows and ankles. Another thing I do not like are chapped lips. Winter and chapped lips are the best of friends. Last year, I bit my chapped lips so hard that it started bleeding and a weird episode of my life unfolded before my eyes. An event so very weird and humiliating that I cannot even think about writing it here. So, after that episode was over, I swore that I'd never have chapped lips again. Never, ever, ever.