Diary Game 12-11-2025 | We really enjoyed this good day
Hello friends,
The day began with a profound commitment to self-renewal. "Hello everyone on this forum," I begin, introducing myself as Sudha Singh from India, sharing a snapshot of a particularly demanding day. For weeks, a cloud of undefined anxiety had settled over me; nothing felt quite right, and the cumulative stress had been draining.
Determined to reclaim my peace, I enforced a strict new regimen, starting this morning with meditation, rising precisely at 4:00 AM. This early hour, when the world is still quiet, is my crucial tool for maintaining both health and emotional equilibrium.
By the time the first rays of dawn were still hours away, and the clock struck 5:00 AM, I transitioned from quiet contemplation to action, completing my routine of household cleaning. Following this, I performed my bath and morning puja, finding comfort in the familiar spiritual rituals.
The morning culminated in a simple solace: a cup of hot tea and refreshing water. However, the stillness of the routine was quickly replaced by a strong craving for the crisp, savory perfection of South Indian breakfast.
I couldn't resist, so I bundled up against the chill and walked to my usual local spot. I absolutely adore the fresh dosa and idli served there—a perfect treat to lift my spirits.
The pervasive cold weather of late had resulted in the children staying home from school, a factor that complicated the morning slightly. Knowing they love dosa as much as I do, I packed breakfast portions for them and my husband before heading back. Once the family had eaten, my focus shifted to battling the elements.
The persistent cold had left my skin terribly dry and parched, necessitating extra time for deep moisturizing and care. While the cold maintains a kind of normal routine for many, I haven't been feeling my best lately, making it imperative that I prioritize self-care and attention.
The main objective of the afternoon was the preparations for a wedding party we were attending. The pressure of balancing domestic tasks with this social obligation meant rushing through everything. For our family lunch, I prepared a comforting, hearty meal: khichdi, along with chauka and the smoky, delicious baingan bharta (eggplant mash), complemented by crunchy papad and a sweet chutney. I always make sure to include a sweet element in every meal, as I simply enjoy them so much.
The wedding venue was situated quite far from our residence, necessitating an early and efficient departure. We aimed to leave by 7:30 PM.
The sheer effort of getting everyone, especially the children, dressed and ready can be overwhelming—the preparation of the island of tasks (meaning, managing the most complex and time-consuming preparatory element, likely my own complex attire) always seems to take the longest.
Domestic friction was high, heightened by the bitter cold. There are struggles that demand immense patience; 'he' sometimes simply cannot manage things alone, and the cold only seems to worsen misbehavior and general chaos.
Once everyone was finally dressed and ready, looking absolutely stunning—the groom truly a king, the bride a queen—I performed a crucial handing-over: I gave the house keys to my mother-in-law. This protocol ensures that somebody is responsible for the property, especially given the likelihood of us returning late.
Despite our best efforts, we arrived late to the celebration. After presenting our gifts, we settled in, watching the happy couple and ensuring the kids were enjoying the grand spectacle of the wedding rituals, especially the beautiful Jai Mala ceremony.
Dinner was a gradual process. I initially stuck to light food, feeling a slight nausea, perhaps due to the day's rush. However, I soon indulged in the main meal, which was truly delicious.
My son, Jack, enjoyed the spread immensely, though his energy levels meant he only managed to eat a little bit. We finished the celebratory meal with ice cream, a delightful, if slightly frigid, end. It’s always fun to momentarily shed adult worries and act like a kid right alongside them, even if the cold was biting through our heavy clothes.
The festivities wrapped up, and we returned home around 10:00 PM. The outside cold had intensified dramatically, raising my concern for the children's well-being. Thankfully, we all reached home safe and sound. The moment we walked through the door, my mother-in-law was waiting.
"It was terribly cold," she stated, her voice tight with concern. "You should have returned sooner. The children were with you; you didn't think about that." It was a small, well-deserved scolding, prompted by maternal concern and the harsh reality of the winter night. I accepted it graciously, marking it down mentally as the last challenge of a long, eventful day.