Dirty Eggnog Hot Chocolate


You know it’s that time of the year when I share my favourite Hot Chocolate recipe of the year. In my knack to reinvent my cooking and kick things up a notch, here’s a ‘Dirty’ Eggnog Hot Chocolate recipe that’ll make you feel all warm and tingly inside.

And it goes like this:

  • 1/2 Cup EGGNOG
  • 1/2 Cup Milk
  • 1 Tbsp. Orange Espresso Powder
  • 1/2 Tbsp. Sea Salt
  • Whipping Cream
  • Sprinkles (Optional)
  • 1 Shot of Whiskey
  • 2 Tbsp. Cocoa Powder Snapseed 3

Start by mixing eggnog and milk in a pot. Whisk in the orange espresso powder and cocoa powder. Whisk thoroughly and allow it to simmer. Add the sea salt. Bring the pot off the flame and add the shot of whiskey. The key is to add the alcohol off the flame to be safe and also to stop it from dissipating in to thin air.

Add whipping cream and enjoy!



Mumbai, Meri Jaan

Exhausted by a 25 hours car journey within the last 40 hours has gotten me all riled up; inspired even to talk about my city. This may be the adrenaline talking or the sheer deliriousness that I’m facing, but Mumbai is the most unforgiving city I’ve ever visited in my very short life. And yet, it challenges you every twist, every turn.

I’m inclined to believe that Mumbai, contrary to where I live has a soul, a moral righteousness and rationale that is governed by emotions and adventures. I can tell you all the big stuff, how the adventures enriched me as a person and appalled me when they didn’t seem to come easy. But how do I tell you the smaller, intimate moments and memories of family, if not with words.

As I sit in the known corners of my childhood, the twinge of sadness hits close to home; the stability here is uncanny, everything in its place for the last 20 years; the trophies of my cousins’ impeccable studiousness, or the wind-chimes that ring and remind me of a memory from age 6, the conversations that turned from how do we convince our parents to let us have ice cream to let’s have a drink, and from the sheer nostalgia of it all, I fall back together.

I’ve always considered Mumbai as my past, a book I no longer read, but one that lingers as a collectible, not a cult. This time around, I picked up the book again and wrote a few pages myself. I explored its spirit, I rendezvoused with its soul and found myself falling in love more and more. You see beyond the crazy traffic, the painstaking moments of hardship and perhaps a lower quality of life, what Mumbai has is a distinct sense of belonging amidst outcasts, a ray of sunshine in the dark and the strength to stand up for itself against all odds.

Now that I’m back in Dubai, the emptiness prevails, reminding me how much more of a home Mumbai is. With food that is reminiscent of all that was good growing up and a treasure trove of family that gives and gives and gives; a home amidst all the hustle and bustle, that should realistically give me anxiety beyond measure, is the only thing that calms me down. Ironic, isn’t it? A place that should keep me on my toes with its overwhelming population and sometimes extreme beliefs and faiths, still has a place in its heart to accommodate my needs, my ideologies and above all, me.

I guess what they say may be true; we always seek something we can’t have and the everlasting pinch of a misplaced heart and its desires, I did find some peace in Mumbai. I found reasons to live and learn, hardships I seeked out just to grow and hurt that only made me stronger. And for once, even in the shortest span of time, it was filled with moments of no regrets.



Travelling alone is like marmite, you must have an acquired taste for it and not everyone quite gets the ‘hype’. While I may hate marmite, travelling alone has held a certain affinity in my heart. It’s a terrifying and terrific all at once. After taking two trips to Hong Kong and Georgia #allbymyself (Did you sing that part too?), I’ve learned a few harsh and some hilarious lessons, so here are my top ten tips to get the most of it:  Continue reading 10 TIPS ON TRAVELING SOLO



IMG_1921Some days my stubbornness really boggles me. Why, you ask? Because, I have believed in this strange quality of healing through travel… As if it’s supposed to fix the turmoil on the inside and calm down your anxieties while focussing on ‘what’s now’ and the glory of discovering. This trip was a realization that travel really isn’t all that magic. It’s as real as life gets and you’re bound to find sadness, disappointment and pain all around the world if that’s what you carry on the inside. Tbilisi feels like a long lost home. It seems familiar and foreign all at the same. The people and food seem different, but the dainty houses, the character of the canals and the cathedrals and the narrow streets with tainted walls screams a story that you’ve heard before. The city is meant for living and loving. Continue reading GEORGIA


“The moment’s one of a kind, 39ft above the ground, smack right in the middle of the sky, there’s a picture so perfect that it breaks your heart, in a good way. Seeing the twilight blue horizons blazing in the background, disappearing into a sky full of stars, shining like the perfect little trinkets and watching a sunrise appear on the opposite end is truly magical. All I can say is, they were all right when they said, “when opposites meet, sparks fly.” Continue reading ISTANBUL



Three months ago, I was at Mumbai Airport, awaiting my check-in back to Dubai. With me, there was a large group of people coming from a territory untouched by me and never did I think I’d be there in the next three months. But, life took me by surprise and I was in Hong Kong last weekend! Continue reading HONG KONG

Photo Diary – Yas Viceroy, Abu Dhabi


Weekends are meant for comfort, correct? I sure hope so, because what’s coming in this post is an all inclusive pamper with food, coffee and more food.

P.S. This post will cause weekend withdrawals *SIGH*  Continue reading Photo Diary – Yas Viceroy, Abu Dhabi