@gracescott5lsnb A simple modular routine can turn rushed mornings into a focused, energizing start with habits that make progress feel consistent and achievable
And suddenly, it’s that morning when you wear shakha-pola for the first time, and everything feels different. I wanted to keep the look natural and real, so I chose a minimal base with my signature red lip and kohl-lined eyes.
Photodump from Day 2 of my Kerala trip. Munnar was chilly and drizzly all day on December 17, with dense fog hiding most of the stunning tea gardens from Eravikulam National Park. Filter coffee made it better, and the views we did see were
The most special Aiburobhat with my favorite people. From matching uniforms to matching sarees in my favorite color, we’ve all grown up. The countdown has officially begun.
These girls are some of the few friends I’ve made as an adult—the ones who made work and PG life bearable. Now they’ve made me feel truly special with a beautiful bachelorette before my Bibaho Obhijan and this new chapter.
Happy Birthday, Mummum! I only wish to see you happy and healthy. As I enter this new phase of life, I hope to make you proud and live by your values. I love you so much!
My bridesmaids gang. This evening is a core memory I’ll always cherish—surrounded by my girls, dancing, giggling, and feeling so loved. The best bridesmaids a girl could ask
My Aiburobhat Look
My dream purple lavender Aiburobhat look turned out exactly as I imagined. I was even more excited for this look than my wedding-day look. From the makeup and hair to the accessories, everything was planned perfectly. I did my
Outfits I wore to my childhood friend’s wedding. Our Boggo finally got married, and I got to make a bridesmaid outfit reel. Two days filled with fun, laughter, makeup, and dressing up.
Sometimes the most impulsive plans become the most memorable. On our way from Coorg to Ooty, we took a detour for a spontaneous safari through Mudumalai Forest. The rocky jeep ride felt like PUBG—scary yet thrilling. No tiger, but we saw a baby
It was all fun and games until Ma and Baba fed me my first spoonful of payesh, and the tears came rushing down. I can still visit home and eat Ma’s cooking, but realizing I won’t be their little girl anymore—and can’t spend all my time with