About Live Love Laugh in Hauz Khas, New Delhi

Life is a celebration- of our humanness. Of our imperfections and vulnerabilities.
Mistakes made in innocence :). And lessons learnt in retrospect.
Our insanities. Our uniqueness. Our differences. Our struggles. Our victories.
I attempt to unite us all in the sharing of our hopes and questions and the search for answers.Lets reach out and SHINE.
As this page grows- I pray so do we all...

ABOUT ANITA :)
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I grow older, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with gay abandon if I choose to.

I know I am sometimes forgetful.But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and
compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

I like being older. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day(if I feel like it).

Decided to race it to the finish line with friends cheering for me, scraped knees from riding the joyride, a glass of wine in one hand, a ciggy in the other, my heart pounding with merriment as I slide in gleaming with delight…