What is your favorite drink?
My favorite drink could be a mango shake. I am not as fond of drinks as I used to be in the past, where I was crazy about a soft drink from a cola company. I would consume it instead of water and could go without eating food. However, over the years, I have shifted towards healthier drinks. Coffee is something I seldom drink, and fermented fruit juices are drinks I indulge in once in a blue moon.
There are many things I enjoyed in my childhood that I no longer enjoy now. In the past, for some weird reason, I really enjoyed climbing trees and sitting on top of them. I also loved playing and running around with friends, chasing each other, and playing ‘Ice Water.’ However, this interest has gradually faded over the years, and I no longer enjoy or am interested in running and playing the same games. Maybe over the years, I have gained so much weight that I do not want to run, or maybe I am just too lazy to run. Nevertheless, these are things that I have completely lost interest in
One thing that truly terrifies me is taking financial risks. Unfortunately, I seem to have a streak of bad luck in this area, often losing money without being able to recover. Despite repeated attempts, my efforts have consistently failed. It’s possible that I haven’t found the correct approach, or perhaps I’ve been foolish enough to fall into the trap of unreliable schemes.
Nevertheless, if I ever summon the courage to invest with a prudent approach, it would be a monumental victory for me. Overcoming this fear is a personal challenge I’ve been working on. I believe acquiring sufficient financial knowledge and understanding the right approach are key steps in conquering this fear. Through education and learning, I aim to tackle financial risks wisely and make informed investments for a more secure financial future.
While it might not appear realistic to others, our family has a unique and somewhat whimsical tradition when it comes to our eating habits, particularly with Chicken or duck curry. Regardless of the style or cuisine, my mom consistently reserves the bottom or tail part of the chicken for herself. The gizzard with the intestine is exclusively served to my dad, unless, of course, he’s in the mood to share with the rest of us.
This tradition holds a special significance for us, and when all the siblings are present, a specific allocation is made. The drumsticks find their way to the two younger sisters, while the wings are designated for my brother and me. The reasoning behind this division remains unclear to me. Perhaps it’s an inadvertent way to ensure that each family member receives a portion of meat in accordance with our age differences, or maybe it’s simply a quirky tradition that has evolved over time.
Regardless of its origins, I’ve grown accustomed to and, in a way, developed a fondness for this practice. There are moments, however, when I can’t help but envy my dad for consistently enjoying what is arguably the best part of the meal.
I have embarked on numerous road trips, primarily due to work commitments. Many times, I found myself relishing the journey more than the final destination. There are specific journeys that I’ve deemed worthy of preserving in my cloud for future reference. One such memorable journey involved two work colleagues and me, accompanied by one of my colleague’s uncles. Although it was a relatively short trip, lasting about an hour and a half, the late evening journey offered a much-needed respite.
During our journey, we didn’t engage in extraordinary activities. The sole constant was the tape recorder, seamlessly transitioning between local pop, classical, Bollywood, English, Bengali music, and Manipuri. Lost in our individual worlds, we absorbed every nuance of the sunset views amidst the bustling highway traffic. We marveled at the backdrop, ranging from mountains and valleys to clouds, factories, and the vibrant life of bustling cities.
Amidst the journey’s hustle, there were sporadic bursts of laughter, sparked by the only man in the car, who also happened to be the owner of the car, injecting some color with his not-so-funny jokes LOL. Although the journey seemed short, we reached our destination in no time. Nevertheless, I relished every moment, as it provided a brief escape from the hectic life of a 21st-century working woman. Upon reaching our destination, we unwound with delectable street food, cherishing the night after enduring weeks and months of hectic schedules.
