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Throw your hands up (in the air)

Somedays it seems you’ve just got to let go.

Not give up, but give in.

To what the universe is deciding for you.

Making the battle easier.

By accepting.

What is in your hands.

And what isn’t.



In my (not so humble) point of view 

Success is nothing other than.How happy you are right here.

Right now.



It’s our responsibility to ask the questions.

// I always felt I didn’t need to know about the investments, about the money, about the fine lines, about my own health and more. I put this ownice on Vivek. I’m learning now. Everything to do with me and Aru, is my responsibility. And I need to know, I need to be informed. 

How To Doubt

When you doubt someone you love.Do the love the courtesy of clarifying the doubt. 
Go forth. 

Put your doubt on the table and dress your courage with love. 

Instead of fear. 


How To Dream

If you are to dream, Don’t do it cautiously. 

Or hesitantly. 

Or steadily even. 
Dream irrationally. 



And with abandon. 
Because that my friend, 

Is how one ought to dream. 


I don’t know what miracles I am worthy of. Truly I don’t. 
But dear universe. 

You’ve brought me all this. 
Love & Abundance. 
And for that, 

I am so in awe of you. 

And grateful. 
Let me hold it wisely and gently. 


Mo Money

Isn’t it funny. How you thought. 

You swore. 

That with more money, 

you’d be happier? 

I’d be happier? 

We’d be happier? 
And when it came, 

We found out. 

It wasn’t necessarily so? 



I believe in you.

Yesterday, I opened up my emails and skim read one from a friend.

It ended with:

I believe in you.

And it made me cry.

I don’t think she knew what she’d done.

Don’t think she realised what she’d said.

Just how deep it ran.

How many times do we hear it?

How many times has someone simply told you – so unconditionally, that they believe in you? I feel like whispering it into Aru’s ears every night. I feel like giving V a cuddle with it every morning. I feel like messaging my little sister every damn day so she never forgets. And I know my older sister always believed in me, she’s the reason why I’m in a creative career.

Say it.

To someone.

Who needs it.



No matter what.

I believe.





Comparing Numbers

When I was in Paris, there was a woman on the trip who was significantly wealthy.

Hermes bag, Dolce sunnies, gorgeous and super wealthy.

One day, her and I shared an uber together.

Whilst we were sitting in the car, V called me to discuss the return flight him.

I only wanted to upgrade if we had points. I didn’t see it worthwhile to upgrade for a solo flight and pay cash. Especially if it was over a certain threshold.

A part of me felt embarrassed to be discussing lean finances whilst someone so wealthy could overhear it.

I ended the conversation rapidly.

She smiled at me. She said it was great that I had such a clear idea of money and where it was best spent.

I will never forget that.

It made me stronger and clearer about my financial choices.

Not embarrassed about being true to what is and what isn’t.



Rahisya Nadi

Bear with me on this one – I’m not a doctor or an Ayurvedic specialist. But once we get to the crux, you might feel ideas and thoughts ticking in your brain.

So, V and I have had multiple conversations on this – and in short – imagine a cord from your mind to your heart. Imagine that cord storing strong memories. Once a tragedy strikes or you feel something super deep, it gets stuck in your Rahisya Nadi – the cord from your mind to your heart. 

Now that you’ve got that bit. Let the story begin. 


A long time ago, I was young and naive and really impressionable. I met a girl who liked the same kind of music I did. I was girl crushing big time. Finally, in the little town of Suva, I met someone with similar artistic interests to me. This hadn’t not happened in my life yet. I wanted to hang out! 

And so we did! It was awesome. 

However, after a while, for some reason, this girl was a bit more interested in my sister’s friends than me. One day I called and I realise she didn’t even want to talk to me, she told her mum to tell me she was too busy. 

I was so broken. 

From that day onwards, I never really leapt into friendships. I held back. Observed. I was reserved and cautious. 

I could never really express my true delight in being friends with someone. 

In my eyes. 

It was a weakness to express so much of my heart. 


I had an open heart. 

But after this experience had nestled itself in my Rahisya Nadi, I was cautious and closed hearted. It often takes me years to make deep friendships and even then, I never go around saying, “I heart you so much!” – unless I’m drunk. 

V asked me:

If you met a woman who was open hearted. 


A woman who was closed hearted. 

Whom would you rather be friends with?


The thing is. Life is about unravelling the life lessons that come from fear and dark experiences.

To be like a child again.

And let the fear go.



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