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.