Neal and Rayan

Last weekend, the hubs and I traveled to Bangalore together. I had a shoot, Rob had a meeting and we spent a whole lot of time with Neal and Rayan, my two adorable little nephews. Rayan was born about 3 weeks ago and he is absolutely tiny and just perfect. Neal is the sweetest older brother. He has a huge big smile on his face when he sees Rayan and won’t pass up the opportunity to kiss him.

It’s hard living so far away from these adorbs but I am so grateful for any precious time we get to spend with them. And pictures help!

Bombay Finds: The Yoga House and Celebrating 26!

So here I am, t w e n t y – s i x years old. 26.

This morning one of my BFFs called me and said, “Tina! Happy Birthday! You’re 26, and you’re married!!! And you’re a wife!” Or something like that. I was half asleep so I don’t remember her exact words but I loved the excited stating of those facts. A reminder of all that I am so grateful for. 26 years of life. An amazing husband to whose darling face I woke up to this morning. Together discovering the incredible “heights and depths of marriage” as my husband puts it. A conference call with amazing friends that I can talk to about the most random of things (like the difficulties of finding the right dustbin) at 14-minutes-past-midnight. Family – old and new. A growing community of wonderful people that I can do life with in Bombay.

So so grateful. Here’s to living life purposefully and consciously being aware of the Glory that is all around me.

Here are some photos from my birthday/first engagement anniversary breakfast at my favourite place in the neighbourhood – The Yoga House!

Jenny’s Visit!

I leave for the airport in about half hour to shoot a wedding with my friend George in Bhubaneshwar! Just thought I’d quickly upload these photos of Jenny’s visit before it gets too old.

It was fun being a ‘tourist’ in Bombay as we showed Jenny around. Rob really enjoyed showing us his old map collection and a few of his drawings too.

We checked out several galleries in Kala Ghoda and the first evening of the Kala Ghoda Festival (which I have to say isn’t quite as artsy as it used to be, and seems to have become rather disappointingly commercial).

I think our favourite part of the weekend was eating the famed “Berry Pulao” at Brittania. Apart from the fact that Berry Pulao is amazingly tasty, we loved having our order taken by an elderly Irani man who we think is probably the son of the man who opened the café in the 1920s.