“As a woman, what keeps you strong and outspoken?”
“How are you doing all this?”
“What inspires you?”

I get asked these questions often. And truthfully? Sometimes, I don’t know.
I don’t have a formula. I haven’t figured it all out. I just know that this is who I am.
That Instagram caption that says, “I’ll panic first and then figure it out”?
That’s me. Every single time.
I might look like I have it together, but most days, I’m figuring it out moment by moment.

We are all trained to show our wins, our joy, our curated calm.
But when we fall? We often retreat quietly—to whatever safety nets we can find.

The thing is—not all nets are safe. Some let you fall.

But maybe that fall is part of the process. Because how else do you learn to rise?

What Inspires Me?

If I had to give you a straight answer, it’s this: It’s always been the women.

From childhood to now, I’ve been surrounded by women who did extraordinary things in the most ordinary ways. Today, that circle still exists—only now, it’s global.

I live in Ireland, and there’s a small group of us who’ve become each other’s strength. We call ourselves the Shaktiwomen—a reminder of the quiet power we carry. We don’t know what tomorrow holds, but one thing is clear: Wherever we go, we’ll take our strength with us.

My First Role Model: My Mother

Of all the women who’ve shaped me, my mother stands at the core.
She’s my blueprint—my reminder that leadership doesn’t always look like a title.
She’s been a wife, a mother, and a businesswoman—often all at once.
She hosted meetings in the morning, showed up at our school, kept tabs on our lives, and still came home to cook dinner.
What she did—is easily the work of three people.
Yes, she had a partner. Yes, there was help.
But her fire, her presence, her ability to stand tall in every room? That was all her.
Today, people might say women like her were operating from a trauma response.
Maybe that’s true. But for me, she proved something else:
That women can carry entire worlds—and still keep their minds, their families, and their dignity intact.

Watching Power Shift in My Community

It wasn’t just at home where I witnessed strength. I saw it in my community too.
In many traditional housing societies, the structure is predictable:
The man is the president. The woman, the secretary.

Men hold the title. Women hold the weight.

But I have watched that begin to shift. Women stopped following quietly and started speaking up.

They asked for space. They created it. I have heard women say: “Yes, my husband is the president—but I’m the one leading here.” And they weren’t wrong. These weren’t women hiding in shadows.
They were standing beside power—and sometimes rising above it.

The Seat at the Table

One moment that stayed with me happened at a recent inauguration. Everything paused—no one moved forward—until she arrived. Not out of obligation. But out of respect.

That moment said everything. Being given a seat is not the same as making one.
One is offered politely. The other is earned, carved out, and built—with or without help.

And maybe that’s what I’ve been doing all along.
Without even realising it, I have been learning how to make my own seat.

To the Women Still Fighting for Space

To the women speaking up—in boardrooms, neighborhoods, classrooms, and homes—
I see you. And I get it.

The way we are evolving—becoming louder, stronger, more visible—
I know, without doubt: We are getting there. Together.

One Story I’ll Never Forget

There’s a story Michelle Obama once told about a dinner she had with Barack. She looked at him and said, “You’re lucky you married me. Otherwise, someone else would be President of the United States.”
That’s the energy. That’s the fire.
And I believe more of us are stepping into it—every single day.

Final Words

Find your inspiration. Let it lead you. Even when you’re unsure, uncertain, or unfinished—
you might just uncover strength and capability that go beyond what you ever imagined.

Learning to Balance Spending, Saving, and Living

Dive in with me as I try to figure out the answers. I’m in my 20s, but honestly, I don’t think these questions ever really go away with age.

Have you ever wondered, “What will I do after receiving my salary?”

Welcome to Adulthood: Where Every Paycheck Brings More Questions Than Answers

• How much do I save?
• How much can I spend?
• Am I behind?
• And—maybe the darkest one—what if I don’t make it to retirement?

Your first salary doesn’t come with instructions.
It just lands in your account one day, minus taxes and deductions you didn’t even know existed—and suddenly, you’re expected to be a financially responsible adult.
No guide. No manual. Just vibes.

The Question Everyone Asks: What Next?

After the excitement fades and you start chatting with colleagues and friends, the inevitable question pops up:

“So… what next?”

Honestly, I have been in that space—and sometimes, I’m still in it.

• How much should I save?
• How much is okay to spend?
• What if I don’t live to see retirement?
• Should I just enjoy everything now and worry about the future later?

As an overthinker and self-proclaimed analyser, my brain jumps straight into fight-or-flight mode with one burning thought: “Do I have a backup plan?”

The Balance We All Need

After several years and a few finance books, I have come to a simple conclusion:
Balance is everything.
Live in the present. Take the trip. Buy the nice thing. But also—save. Prepare. Think ahead.

Here’s a rhythm I try to follow each year:

• Quarter 1: Plan a trip or make an enjoyable expense
• Quarter 2: Focus on saving
• Quarter 3: Repeat the fun
• Quarter 4: Save again

And when it comes to monthly budgeting?
Try a ratio that fits your lifestyle:

• 50:50 – Spend : Save
• 70:20:10 – Needs : Wants : Savings
• Or any other split that helps you stay consistent

It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just disciplined. And trust me, discipline works wonders.

Reality vs. Plan (Yes, It Happens)

Let’s be real—it’s easier said than done.
Some months, life hits hard.
You fall off track.
You overspend.
You forget the plan.
And that’s okay.

Give yourself grace. Take a breather. Recalibrate—and then get back to it.

This isn’t a race. It’s a long-term game.

I used to think saving money meant sacrificing joy. Now I know: it’s not either/or. You can choose both.

Financial peace isn’t just about numbers. It’s about knowing you’re not living on the edge.

Helpful Resources (Start Here)

There are countless resources out there to help you build better money habits—you just need to know what to search.
Start by typing things like on Google/ use as prompt:
“How to save €5,000 in 365 days” or “How to save ₹50,000 in a year”

You will find:

• Savings challenges
• Step-by-step guides
• Budget templates
• And practical advice tailored to your target

If you are looking for country-specific content (like for Ireland or India), it might be a bit scattered—but it’s there.
Look for blogs, apps, YouTube creators, or simple spreadsheet templates. Pick what feels doable for you—not what demands you change your life overnight.

Final Thought

Hopefully, you:

✅ Live a life you enjoy
✅ Save a little more than you did last year
✅ Create a plan—just in case you actually do make it to retirement in one piece

Got a budgeting trick that works for you?
Drop it in the comments—I am always curious what others are doing to make this whole “adulting” thing work.

I know, I know — Princess Treatment? Really?
But hear me out.

Back home in India, life had its comforts. You didn’t have to walk too far for things. A few calls here and there, and everything you needed showed up. Sure, you needed money, but even a middle-class family could afford these small luxuries.

I remember standing in my old room — plain cream walls, nothing exciting. My best friend, the pretty lady herself, walks in and says, “You really need to bring your vibe in here.”
I agreed, but had no clue what to do about it.

Two days later, I had a plan. Found a contractor, made a few calls, and within 10 minutes, four or five workmen were at my place. Paint, shelves, fairy lights — you name it. By the next week, I had a completely new room. Easy. A few bucks, a little boss energy, and there you go.

Then I moved to Dublin.
Reality check.

I needed a desk and a chair. Ordered them from Amazon, feeling all grown up. Then came the horror — assembly. I had never built a single thing in my life. Four hours later, after confusing nuts, bolts, and my sanity, I finally had a desk and a chair. Wobbly? Maybe. But it stood.

PS: If you realised till now purple is my favourite colour, that’s totally true.

However this moment hit different.
It made me realise: I can do things. Sure, I will crib about it first. I will stare at the manual like it’s ancient Greek. But eventually, I figure it out. And yeah — sometimes I still fall back to old habits: call a friend, bribe them with tea, and get the job done faster. No shame in that.

Truth is, I miss that Princess Treatment — running to my favourite uncle, dad, brother, or man around in my life and getting things sorted without lifting a finger. But now, the independent me? She’s proud. She’s figuring it out. Slowly. Messily. But doing it.

And let’s be real — it’s not a man-or-woman thing. My flatmate here is basically Wonder Woman. She fixes everything in our apartment with her armour of ten different screwdrivers and the precision of a surgeon. Me? I still prefer being the princess.
But this princess now carries her own toolkit.

So if you’re planning to move abroad, here’s my unsolicited advice: even if you learn nothing else, life will teach you everything. And honestly, that might be the best part.

Feel free to drop your learning after you moved out from your home!

Therapy isn’t just about fixing what’s broken — it’s about finding what makes you whole

When there’s chaos all around, what’s the thing that makes you pause?
When the world feels too loud, where does your dust settle?
What makes you feel calm, present, and just a little more you?

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately.
And oddly enough, my current obsession is Formula 1.

Yes — I know it’s hyped up these days. But the real reason I got interested wasn’t the speed, the glitz, or the million-dollar sponsorships. It started with a Netflix series (F1: The Academy, Women Drivers) that pointed out something I couldn’t unsee: the lack of female drivers in the sport. A male-dominated field with barely any women behind the wheel. That curiosity pulled me in.

But as I dug deeper, it wasn’t just about gender disparity anymore. I was fascinated by the fact that these drivers sit inside a car and race lap after lap for two straight hours — not just for the money, but because the adrenaline, the rush, the speed makes them feel alive. It’s not just a sport for them, it’s like breathing. It’s their oxygen.

And it made me ask myself — what is my oxygen?
When do I feel that rush, that breath of life in the middle of everyday hustle?

For me, it’s cooking my own meals.
I’m not a fancy chef. Half the time, I don’t even remember whether I added salt or not. Some days, I screw up the entire dish because my mind’s a storm of stress and thoughts. And here’s a thing people often say — “You should only cook when you’re calm.”
Well, I disagree.

Because for me, the act of cooking is what brings me calm.
No matter how my day’s been, if I go three days without cooking, I feel lost, disconnected, like I’m floating somewhere without an anchor. But the moment I get back to it — chopping vegetables, hearing spices sizzle, stirring a sauce — I feel better. The chaos outside still exists, but for those minutes, I’m present. I’m here.

And of course, eating the meal is a whole other joy. But it’s not just about the destination — it’s the journey that makes it meaningful. The small, unremarkable, wonderfully ordinary moments that slowly stitch you back to yourself.

These are the recent meals, I cooked from left to right.
Naan with Palak Paneer — served with fresh salad, tangy pickle, and chaas (a refreshing yogurt drink)
Pav Bhaji — a classic, comforting street food from India
Flat Noodles with Spring Rolls — a quick, flavourful meal for those noodle cravings
Khichdi — a simple, wholesome dish known for being easy on the stomach and great for boosting immunity and metabolism

So if you’re reading this right now — ask yourself:
When was the last time you felt truly alive, truly present?

Maybe it’s a 10-hour gaming session.
Maybe it’s getting dressed up for no reason.
Maybe it’s impulsively booking that flight you swore you wouldn’t.
Or sitting in a quiet café, watching people.
Or venting to a friend for two hours straight.

Whatever it is — that’s your therapy. And it matters.
Because it’s about you.

If you feel like it, drop a comment and tell me what yours is. I’d love to hear.

Before You Dive In — A Quick Background Check on Me

I’m currently studying toward my Financial Advisor qualification — but this journey didn’t just start.
With two Master’s degrees, a Bachelor’s in Finance, and over a decade of hands-on experience (including running a home-based advisory business back in India), finance isn’t just my career — it’s part of my DNA.
So yes, if you talk to me about the 2008 recession, market crashes, Brexit, COVID’s financial impact, or even today’s economic chaos, my response stays consistent:

“It will recover. It always does.”

The past has shown us that. And with that belief, let’s dive into something I’ve been reflecting on lately.

The Question Everyone’s Asking

During a recent conversation with a client — a healthy debate, mind you — they said something that stuck with me:

“Why do I need a financial advisor when I can just ask ChatGPT?”

Fair question. The logic being:

“I’ll input my investment details, craft the perfect prompt, and it’ll give me the answer — simple.”

And honestly? I agree… to a point.

Where AI Falls Short

Yes, AI can answer what you ask. But does it think beyond what you’re asking?
Does it challenge your assumptions?
Does it tailor advice to your emotions, your fears, your risk appetite?

Try this — ask AI:
“Be my financial advisor. Should I invest in X or Y?”

Now here’s the real question:

• Do you understand the jargon it uses?
• Can you truly follow through on the strategy it suggests?
• Do you feel confident enough to risk your hard-earned money based on it?

Because even if AI delivers a technically sound answer, you’re still alone in the boat.
And when markets fall, or when you panic, or when you second-guess yourself — who do you talk to?

The Human Element

That’s where a financial advisor comes in.

• Someone who listens not just to what you say, but what you leave unsaid.
• Who reminds you to stay calm when chaos strikes.
• Who adapts with your changing life stages.
• Who’s accountable — because they’re invested in your comfort, not just your returns.

And yes — I get it. There’s always a fear of bad advice.

“What if the advisor messes up? What if I get stuck?”

A valid concern.
But in my experience, the vast majority of advisors genuinely act in their clients’ best interests. Yes, outliers exist — but they’re rare. Most advisors check in regularly, hold annual reviews, and genuinely want to help — because your success is also theirs.

It’s Not Either/Or — It’s Both

I’m not anti-AI. In fact, I encourage you to use it. But don’t stop there.
Ask AI.
Ask your advisor.
Ask yourself.
Ask questions.

But don’t let a chatbot — no matter how smart — become your only voice of reason.

Lately, I’ve even changed how I answer simple choices too.
When someone asks me, “Do you want this or that?”, I often say:

“Why choose one when I can explore both and see what works best for me?”

After all, life isn’t about choosing between bad and worse.
The real choice is usually between good and better — and you deserve to explore both.

That same logic applies to managing your finances.

Whether you start small or big, starting with support — both digital and human — puts you in a much better place than staying stuck in thought.

Also, don’t tell yourself: “Oh, I just have a small amount to invest, not worth involving an advisor.”

You’re already thinking about it — that means you care and caring is the first step.

Because at the end of the day, it’s not about choosing between human and machine — it’s about choosing what makes you feel safe, confident, and in control of your future.

When I first sat on a plane to fly to Dublin, I was carrying so many fears. But the biggest one was —
will I ever find my comfort again?

I have travelled to so many places in India — a girl from Mumbai who’s wandered through Shimla, Srinagar, Kashmir, Haridwar, Amritsar, Rishikesh, Nainital, Jaipur, Udaipur, Goa and the outskirts of Maharashtra and Gujarat. Mostly North India. You could say I have always been a bit of a traveler. Every place held hidden gems I uncovered, adored, left little pieces of my heart in — and carried souvenirs back from.

But after been to all those places, Mumbai still feels like home. If you have never been, let me paint a small picture for you. Imagine the soft winds at Marine Drive, an uncle nearby always calling out “Madam, chai?”, and me asking him, “Bournvita hai kya?” (yes, total chhoti bacchi hoon main vibes). Then late-night dinners at Sukh Sagar having Pav Bhaji.

I was brought up in Mumbai — my grandfather had his own store, my father ran his business, my uncles helped out, and I was the spoiled little one, loved by them all. My grandfather always said, “She’s to be treated like a queen. Food will only come from the famous places — and always ask her what she wants, never guess.”
Do I miss him? Yes. Hell yes. To infinity.
It’s always been about food for me, because I truly believe food is one of the purest acts of love and anyone who tells you where to find the best food is secretly wishing good things for you.

Now, let me tell you those hidden gems. There’s a place called Masjid Bandar, with a khau galli (street food lane) that serves the best pudla(snacks, basically). Right next to it, a bhaiya (vendor) sells roasted sweet potatoes, and dosas (Indian crepes). A little down the lane, you will find the uncle — selling goti soda(fizzy soda) for over 30 years now. While people chase five-star food, if you ever have true local food, you will know what real flavor is. As my grandfather used to say, “Only a true jeweler knows a jewel.”

When I boarded that flight, I was terrified of losing my comforts. Two years later, I am proud of the leap of faith I took. I have found my go-to spots for when I am angry, craving something, or just missing home. Though I don’t have a fixed list, trying different places has become so natural to me now — Indian at Wow Momos, Korean at Ramen Bar, Turkish at Chiya’s, and Lebanese at The Shouk. Each one feels like a little piece of comfort in a new place.

The girl in Mumbai is the same as the one in Dublin — only the geography has changed. Both places have equal space in my heart. And somewhere, I hope my grandfather is watching, saying, ‘I told you so.’

So here’s my little reminder to you — never stop dreaming, keep believing in yourself, and remember, the only limits are the ones you set in your mind. And when life gets too much, go and eat your favorite meal. It’s a simple kind of magic we often forget.

If you’ve felt the same waves of newness, homesickness, or excitement when you came here, or if you have a favourite food spot or hidden gem in Dublin that feels like home, share your story below in the comments or write to me. And if you know someone on the same journey, feel free to share this along — maybe they will find a little piece of comfort here too.

What are your thoughts on self-love and satisfaction? How do you wind down after a stressful day?

If you ask me — sometimes it’s just by feeling myself. Yep, you understood it right… by masturbating. Wait, don’t roll your eyes just yet — hear me out before you go “Oh my God, she said that word! Hell yes, I did.

I know there’s a taboo around it, but honestly — how do you even get to know yourself otherwise? What do you want in your sex life? What feels good? What turns you on? If you expect your partner (or whoever you fall for next) to figure that out for you while you haven’t figured it out for yourself — how’s that going to work?

Now obviously, duh — I’m not sharing my sex or self-love life. But here’s a fact: regardless of gender, masturbation boosts your mood, improves sleep, relieves stress, and helps you focus. Sure, overdoing it isn’t healthy, but have you ever thought about the effects of denying yourself pleasure altogether?

So go ahead — take matters into your own hands. Whether it’s your favorite toy or your go-to method, give yourself that alone time. Feel an orgy or two… or as many as your batteries can handle. Glow up, chill out, and don’t let anyone make you feel guilty about it.
PS: Don’t hurt anyone. And don’t hurt yourself either.

Remember — whether you have a partner or not, self-love can always be a priority, no terms and conditions attached.

So Happy Masturbation Day — or as I like to call it,
Happy Self-Love Day. And honestly? It deserves to be celebrated more than once a year. Once a week sounds about right. 😉

Wishing you good sexual health, good vibes, and no — I won’t end this with green tea or a cheeky gadget shoutout. Just a nudge to go seek those feel-good moments whenever you can.
Alright, enough oversharing for today. Catch you in the next one.

Keep reading, and if you have got thoughts, drop them in the comments or tell me what you had like me to write about next.

Welcome to the blog!
Let me ask you a quick question — what’s your favorite color?
If you said PINK, congratulations, you might be paying an extra little fee known as the “Pink Tax.”

Yep, you read that right. Some of you might already know about this, but let me quickly explain.

It’s about paying extra for products that are marketed as feminine — especially if they’re pink — even though they’re essentially the same as other products.

I stumbled upon this recently, and suddenly a lot of things made sense. Whenever I went shopping, I had notice a price difference when choosing product colors. And guess what? I had often go for black or blue because pink was always more expensive. And honestly, it didn’t make sense — it’s the same thing, so why should color change the price?
Mind you, it won’t make you broke. It just makes you an aware buyer.

Curious, I started digging around. I read different blogs from the US, Australia, India, and other countries. Turns out, people have been protesting this for a while — demanding unisex products and no gender-based pricing.

But wait a minute — what can I do about this?
Honestly, probably nothing big. But I can at least be aware that this exists.
You might think — “Eh, it’s just a few quids.”
And yes, I get that. But over time, those “few quids” turn into hundreds. And if you actually calculate the lifetime expenses on women’s products… it goes into thousands.
So? Should I stop buying my favorite color? I don’t know.

But maybe — next time, if you compare a male and female product and realise the composition, material, or features are exactly the same, and the only difference is price and color — wouldn’t you want to pick the cheaper one?
Maybe start there.
Maybe one day, we will reach a point where no one has to pay a “color tax.”

Thanks for reading.
My blogs are just my thoughts. They are never targeted at any specific gender or group — just things I notice, reflect on, and feel like writing about. This topic might be sensitive for some, and that’s okay. I hope you felt comfortable reading it.

Meanwhile, I’m going back to my colored products — pink iPhone, pink AirPods cover, and pink Stanley cup. It’s wild how a color you love can turn into a strategy, a price tag, and an industry norm that comes with a cost. Oh — and just to be clear, I haven’t even touched on the gender pay gap, expenses, and those deeper dynamics. That’s a chat for another time.

💭 \”Have you ever paused to acknowledge your own strength?\”

Not the loud victories, but the quiet resilience—the small moments of choosing yourself when no one else is watching.✨

Quick challenge: Can you think of 5 small wins you have had today?🤔

I will go first:

• Woke up without snoozing the alarm three times.
• Included 10 grams of protein in my meals.
• Tried not to be too hard on myself.
• Did my makeup, even though I was running late.
• Brainstormed ideas for my next blog.

To every Woman Reading This:

To the girl who stands up for herself, even when her voice shakes.
To the woman balancing a career, a home, and a million expectations.
To the one still figuring things out, still learning to love herself.

This is for you.🌸

\”There’s nothing more beautiful than a woman who chooses herself.\” – Unknown

We often celebrate those who break records or shatter glass ceilings—and yes, they deserve every bit of applause. But today, I want to celebrate the everyday wins of all of us.

To the woman who said NO when expected to say yes.
To the woman who walked away from what no longer served her.️

And to you—the one carrying the weight of things no one else sees—I see you.

We don’t have to be \”strong\” all the time. Hormones, mood swings, exhaustion—yep, we all feel it. So, if you need to cry, rest, dance or do nothing at all, go for it.

But most importantly—celebrate yourself.💕

Buy yourself flowers, your favorite meal, or take a moment just for you—not just today, but whenever you need it.

Because being you isn’t just about surviving—it’s about living, loving, and owning every part of yourself.

So here’s to us. 🥂The ones who keep going, growing, and choosing ourselves—even on the hardest days.

With love,
A woman who’s still learning, growing, and celebrating herself.
I will be right back—heard Aldi has purple tulips, and they will look beautiful in my living room.

PS: Even though this resonates around women, it\’s not about only them — we all deserve pampering, and you can do that with no guilt involved.

Welcome to my blog!

It’s a Sunday evening, and as I relax on my weekend, a thought crosses my mind—Will there ever be a day when I finally put my thoughts into words? Oh! I should start writing a blog. And here I am, after countless moments of Yes, No, Maybe later.

Today is a celebration!

It has been two years since I moved abroad. As a Mumbai girl, I know Mumbai is now recognised worldwide, but to introduce it in my own way—it\’s a city in India where people carry there dreams in their hearts. And on 12th January 2023, I boarded a flight to Dublin, carrying not just my suitcase but a heart full of hopes and an imagination of the life I wanted to build.

✨ \”She was never quite ready. But she was brave. And the universe listens to brave.\” — Rebecca Ray

I did not know what experiences awaited me. On that flight, I had my bags packed with clothes, favorite foods, and memories of the life they were leaving behind. But inside my mind? A whirlwind of random thoughts.

Over the past months, every single day has been about making choices—some carefully thought out, others overthought. And now, as I celebrate this milestone, I realise that this journey is still just beginning. There is so much more to come.

The Journey So Far

Moving your entire life is never easy. But as I took that step, I discovered a mix of strength and vulnerability within me. Some days were tough, but every new sunrise brought with it a little more courage.

Dublin, with its unpredictable weather, often greets us with biting cold. But in those moments, I find warmth—not just from layers of sweaters, but from my friends, whether they are here with me or just a video call away. Their presence feels like summer—long days, bright sunshine, and a comforting embrace.

I’m still learning how to navigate life, ticking things off my bucket list one step at a time. Instead of rushing into everything, I want to write my way through this journey, shaping my story one chapter at a time.

To Anyone on a Similar Journey

If you are planning to move abroad or have already stepped into a new life—more power to you! Hang in there. One day, you’ll look back and feel proud of the decision you made.

**Signing off for now—**a girl on her couch, sipping green tea while the sky remains cloudy, but the scent of my favorite candle and the comfort of my playlist make everything feel just right.