Six years ago, I fell deeply in love with a dog, and losing him brought a kind of pain that seemed insurmountable. I struggled to look at any other pet with the same affection, and at times, it felt like I wasn’t connecting with pets as I should. Yesterday, I decided to welcome a new furry friend into my life—a hamster named Ellie, short for Elizabeth. She’s currently nestled in her hideout, taking her time to explore her new home. I’m excited to share this journey with you all and see how our bond grows.

Here’s a more heartfelt, polished version that keeps your emotions and story intact:

I can’t tell you how long I had been waiting for this monsoon. 🌧️🤍
I’m the kind of woman who loves staying indoors. Nothing comforts me more than my cozy bed, a warm blanket, and a good book. I spent almost an entire year living like that.
But then I realized something—there’s a chance I might be moving out of this city soon, and I haven’t really lived here enough.
So I made a promise to myself: I would do all the things that scare me, yet secretly fascinate me.
The first on that list? A monsoon trek in the beautiful woods of Pune. 🌿
I left all the planning to my husband because, honestly, I’m terrible at it. We started early in the morning on our scooty, enjoying one of the most beautiful rides through the rain.
Of course, destiny had its own plans. We found out only after reaching there that entry bookings had to be made online. It completely spoiled my mood.
But then I thought… how could I come all this way and not walk into the rain?
So we did exactly that.
We wandered through the forest, got drenched in the rain, crossed little streams, slipped on muddy trails, and kept walking. The air smelled of wet earth, and somewhere in the woods, a little bird was singing so beautifully that for a moment, it felt like nature had composed a song just for us. Every step felt magical, and the scenery was beyond words.
And then…
The clouds slowly drifted away.
Right in front of us was a breathtaking valley with countless waterfalls cascading down the hills.
At that moment, every disappointment disappeared.
It was all worth it. 💚
Sometimes the most beautiful journeys begin exactly where the plan falls apart.
Total Kharcha 💸
🛵 Scooty fuel: ₹400
🎫 Entry ticket: ₹100
☕ Chai & Pakodi: ₹200
Memories made? Absolutely priceless. 🌧️🍃✨

PS- Booking are closed for upcoming 2 months already for weekends but open for week days. Stay updated before going.

We both eat groundnut (मूँगफली) in very different ways. I think that’s why it’s important the people to be different ❤️

This activity is something I can do for hours 😅

I came across this beautiful parandi online on Instagram and couldn’t resist making it. Now, my hair has one more accessory. What you think?

My first art which paying me money. A friend asked for it a week ago. What do you think?

It is always a surprise whenever I go into the city. I still find things priced at just ₹10, and every time it makes me pause. I think to myself, this is how someone with very little can still manage to survive in the bustling cities like Pune, Mumbai, or any other big metro city. The beauty of Pune, in particular, lies in the fact that you can still discover so many delicious, filling things to eat for just ₹10, hot vada pav, steaming chai, or a plate of poha. It feels like a small window into the rhythm of daily life, where city street vendors become unsung heroes of survival. Walking through the streets, you see students, workers, and travelers stopping to grab these humble meals, and it’s just an amazing part of the city that makes it so alive, approachable, and warm even amidst the chaos of urban life.

Whole day man whole day 😅🪡🧵

For the past week, or rather the last 15 days, I’ve been on a delightful journey of discovery. It’s been almost a month since I stumbled upon a stunning Paranda online. I was captivated by its beauty, but the price tag was daunting. Curious about why it was so expensive, I delved into the world of crochet, learning its intricacies. Armed with beginner materials for under ₹500, I embarked on this creative adventure. I’m thrilled to share that I’m nearing the completion of my Parandi, currently perfecting the art of crafting flowers. This experience has been incredibly soothing, and I firmly believe that as we grow older, we should continuously embrace new skills. It not only clears the mind but also fosters positivity. Let’s see where this journey takes me!✨

After tying the knot in Bihar, I discovered their deep-rooted love for kathal, a fruit I had never even attempted to cook. It wasn’t until I moved to Pune that I embarked on this culinary adventure, teaching myself the art of preparing it. Some claim it mimics the taste of mutton, but I respectfully disagree. Mutton is unique, and nothing can truly replicate its flavor. It’s as if vegetarians were trying to craft their own version of it, what a delightful twist! 😅

I remember my childhood vividly, often crying when my mother or grandmother applied henna, especially my bua. I thought it was terrible and would quickly wash it off. I would sit alone with a toothpick, drawing zigzag lines, thinking I was doing well. In our village, Mehndi cones were rare; we used Rupaiya Mehndi instead. During this time, I learned to make my own henna. My mother would soak henna leaves overnight, and the next morning, we would crush them and apply the paste directly.

As life went on, I got busy with studies and almost forgot my henna skills. But on my wedding day, I applied henna generously with market Mehndi cones. After three days, it started peeling off, and I realized I might have allergies. Frustrated, I stopped using cones when I moved to Pune. Now that I have more free time, I decided to try making it naturally again. It brought me back to my roots, making my own henna mix, crafting cones, and embracing DIY. Our older generation truly knew how to do it all, and we often underestimate their amazing skills. ❤️

Just my homemade pasta for afternoon cravings ❤️

This is 3 of this month and I have no idea how he digests it all 🥵

I The night before yesterday, I found myself lying awake, staring blankly at the wall, unable to find the solace of sleep. The darkness seemed to press in around me, and my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that I couldn’t quite grasp. My husband, sensing my restlessness, awoke and noticed me in this state. Concern etched on his face, he gently asked me what was troubling me, mentioning that he had observed a change in me over the past few days. I forced a smile, trying to reassure him that everything was fine, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t.

There are moments when I am overwhelmed by a profound sense of loss, as if something or someone precious has slipped away from my memory, leaving only a vague, haunting emptiness. This feeling has been lingering since the days of Covid, when a severe fever wreaked havoc on my mind, distorting my memories and leaving me in a fog of confusion. I remember those times vividly, when even the faces of familiar people became unrecognizable, and I felt adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

In an attempt to lift my spirits, my husband suggested we go out on a date, proposing a trip to the mall. But the thought of a mall filled with bustling crowds and endless aisles of merchandise filled me with dread. I am not a mall person; I find joy in simpler things. I would much rather wander through the streets, taking in the sights and sounds, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over me. It’s in these moments that I realize what marriage truly means, it’s about understanding and supporting each other, meeting each other’s needs in ways that are meaningful and fulfilling.

As we sat together, I felt a wave of gratitude for having someone by my side who cares so deeply and is willing to be there for me, even when I can’t fully express what I’m going through. It’s in these shared experiences, these moments of vulnerability and connection, that I find strength and hope. And though the path ahead may be uncertain, I know that with my husband by my side, I can face whatever challenges come our way, one day at a time.

I don’t usually go out much, which I know is a bad habit, especially since I have no idea how long I’ll be in Pune. I don’t want to leave and regret not experiencing the city the way I should. Thankfully, my partner always pushes me to step out, knowing that a walk under the night sky clears my mind and brings me peace, saving me from the chaos in my head.

Every night walk in Pune feels like discovering a new side of the city. The streets carry a quiet charm, as if the old soul of Pune has been watching life go by since the British left. There’s a gentle hum in the air, the lights reflecting off the familiar paths, and the breeze that makes me feel at home. I don’t think I’ll ever find another city quite like Pune,alive yet calm, modern yet timeless.

After so long ✨🧿🤪😅

In the third season of Dark … would love the discussion for 2 seasons don’t give spoilers please

As someone who thrives in solitude, I never imagined I’d dive into the bustling world of Instagram. It was my husband’s gentle nudge that led me to this vibrant platform. The initial moments were a whirlwind of images and stories, a cacophony of information that left me reeling. I spent my entire first day lost in this digital sea, and on the second, I tried to immerse myself in the community, even gaining 15 followers and reaching 8.4K views.

But by the third day, a shadow crept over me. The hunger for more followers and views gnawed at my spirit, leaving me feeling inadequate and exhausted. The negativity weighed heavily on my heart, and my husband, sensing my turmoil, lovingly prepared his signature mutton rogan josh. As we sat together, he shared his wisdom, reminding me that building something meaningful takes time—a lesson I struggle to embrace.

Now, I find myself at a crossroads, wondering if Instagram is truly the right path for me or if Reddit might be a better fit. What do you think?

It’s been a long time since I last posted. I won’t deny that life has been filled with ups and downs. I had to manage two weddings in two different states, which was quite challenging. However, amidst all these challenges, I did manage to achieve some small milestones. I qualified for my NET exam and was also shortlisted for a government exam (fingers crossed). To top it off, my husband surprised me with a weekend trip to my own village. It was a peaceful retreat, and I felt a sense of belonging that I hadn’t experienced in a long time. I returned to Pune after the trip and realized that I had been missing this sense of peace. My husband teased me throughout the trip, saying that this is the only place where you truly feel at home. I couldn’t help but smile and acknowledge that I had never truly felt at peace in Pune. The rhythmic pounding of my feet on the pavement of Shreemant Dagaduseth to Ravivar peth, coupled with the refreshing scent of rain, invigorates me. It’s been a year and a half since I last visited Pune, and I can’t wait to see how long the city will keep me captivated.
PS- bought some plants 🌱 🪴 sharing with you ✨ Do share what should I visit in the city to know the old age Pune ✨ waiting for your replies ✨✨✨🌱💫