As I sit cross legged on my couch facing my laptop, my hennaed fingers and well-manicured hands are striking on the key board making my gold bangles to jingle sweetly as I concentrate on my blog post.  Its past 11pm on a Karwachauth night but I can’t sleep due to overeating and exhaustion. Last few days have…

“30 is not the new 20. 30 is the new realization that 40 ain’t far.” Which category do you or did you feel in when you turned 30? I find myself in the later one. no…no… no its not 30…30…30? Really am I already 30 (I say it over and over because I have no…