30 August 2015


Almost a month ago, Dresslink was kind enough to send me two items of clothing, a beautiful dark chiffon floral kimono and the other one, a little black dress. Carrying on the boho-chic, music festival trend(that I've been talking about non-stop in the past few posts), this dress has been a great addition to my wardrobe. Absolutely love the crochet details on the sleeves and the hem. I had to pair it with a statement necklace for that extra added boho-chic look. Let me know what you guys think of the dress.

I'm sitting by the window of my new apartment. I have lit a candle, which smells of flowers, rain and wood and tried making it feel a little more like 'home'. Last 10 years of my life has been about moving from cities to cities and searching for a place I could call 'home'. I've experienced the different climates, slept on different beds. None warm enough for me to settle down and....stay. I've moved here two weeks ago, it's a great place and I'm so much fond of this neighborhood. The streets are lined with mansions and extravagant white houses with it's glass walls and palm trees. It's beautiful....but not enough to make me stay. I've made a few friends here and I have a feeling we'll be friends for quite a while. She's a really nice girl and we appreciate having each other in this city. My home town never felt like a place I belonged to. I always felt like an outsider. I knew I wasn't excited to be there so I did the next best thing I could. I packed my bags and moved to this city, on the other side of the country. Last time I was here, I felt awake. I remember lying on my hotel balcony floor and telling myself, 'This is so much better. I feel something. I feel alive'. Now that I'm back in the same city, this time however everything feels misplaced, like I'm trying to close a jar with the wrong lid. I feel like I'm dreaming my way through it and not the ones that would incite affection. I want to leave again.

They told me to give it a few more weeks, told me to 'chill'. I wouldn't blame them for not knowing me well enough to understand, I've never been the one to be unsure of how/what I feel and the reality we sojourn. I've always been sure of what makes me happy and what doesn't. What feels wrong and will feel wrong forever. Life is too precious to be stuck with something that doesn't make you feel whole, feel complete. This isn't about being homesick, when I haven't understood the term 'home' at all. This isn't about new places and adjustment issues. This is about understanding that the things I'm searching for isn't here. My life isn't here. It's about taking 50 wrong turns before you discover the right one and never losing hope in the process.
----- Rupsha B


01 August 2015

Florals and Metals || Ft Dresslink.

kimono, lovesicklilac, Rupsha B Roy, Indian Fashion bloggersWith music festival inspired fashion taking over the social media, we're going to talk about kimonos  that is sported by 1 out of 3 bloggers these days and goes back to last year's Fashion Week street style when it actually started making it's way to the public. It's done, it's repeated and been here for almost two years. Yet some of us, are still not sick of this. The best thing about kimonos is, it's extremely comfortable, flowy, makes you feel like so boho-chic with flowers in your hair(think Vanessa Hudgens at Coachella) and pretty much makes every outfit look good. I'm really loving the summer trends this year or at least where it's headed at.

The following excerpt is from Wikipedia:-
"The kimono is a Japanese traditional garment. The word "kimono", which actually means a "thing to wear" (ki "wear" and mono "thing"),has come to denote these full-length robes. As the kimono has another name, gofuku, the earliest kimonos were heavily influenced by traditional Han Chinese clothing, known today as hanfu (kanfuku in Japanese), through Japanese embassies to China which resulted in extensive Chinese culture adoptions by Japan, as early as the 5th century AD. It was during the 8th century, however, that Chinese fashions came into style among the Japanese, and the overlapping collar became particularly women's fashion."

This floral Kimono from Dresslink is almost too perfect for it's price. The material is great, the stitching is great, the sizing is perfect for me(this is in the size medium) and the only thing I've worn thrice this week. Who knew I could fall in love with floral prints again. It's light, it's flowy and it's pretty much exactly what I needed this summer. If you're looking for a more versatile modernized version of a kimono(almost a chiffon cover-up), I would suggest you to check this out. I loved it and I hope you would love it too.

Kimono by Dresslink*
Blue top by River Island.
Ripped knee jeans by Vero Moda.
Pictures by J Roy
Words by Rupsha B Roy.

16 July 2015

Looking for an Echo

Lovesicklilac, Rupsha B
There has been a certain wariness in my mind to talk about love for the past few years, not directly at the very least. Instead I spent years silently trying to understand it. Love, like something I've heard of, something undisclosed and abstruse that I wasn't supposed to know, in the first place. It's hardly ever been unsung about me finding comfort in unrequited love, not being reciprocated or understood by the other person. W. Somerset Maugham said, “The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned”. I'm surrounded by people I can talk to and have an honest conversation with, people you can just spend far too many awful cups of tea or coffee on- my beautiful mother, my best friends. That's as close as love means to me.

My doctor wrote a line from a Kahlil Gibran poem on the front page of his book that he gifted me, 'Remembrance is a form of meeting.' The next line in the poem reads,'Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.' My best friend Anish says, there's nothing more beautiful than distance, you learn to compensate through words exchanged and letters written. You learn to let go and trust in the magic of time. I'm not sure how much I can agree to that. He also said to me,"You know what I think Rupsha? I think people are scared of being alone...they need to hold on to things". There's that certain human error. We believe more in the assurance of touch and sound. You see, keeping in mind about that particular trait, when we mature and we grow into someone different, how do we stop missing the past, the person we once used to be before reality kicked in? How do we stop revisiting the memories over and over again? I've lost enough beloved ones to know that distance and absence are not the same thing, often confused otherwise.

I've always missed memories more than I have missed people. There is a thin line dividing the two sides even if they are of completely different shades. Nostalgia perhaps is addictive. Recollection of happy personal associations is like a warm blanket, a scented candle, lemon and honey tea in my favourite white cup.  Here's looking back to memories, to that story my grandmother would read out to me back in the winter of 2002, here's to my mother and me singing out loud to Backstreet Boys on the radio. Here's to the father who decorated the Christmas tree every year. Here's to the best friend of 15 years who was also, my only dance partner. Here's to the summer of 2010, different city and jasmine tea. Here's to memories and distance. The question still remains, is reminiscence a source of happiness or merely another form of blues?