INFP Trivia 📖

I drafted a fun INFP list; things that speak to me!

  1. Really dumb smart person 🙆
  2. Random acts of kindness 🌼
  3. Just look like they have a plan
  4. Forget all important things, but remember useless stuff
  5. Longer neural network to process stimuli
  6. Strong sense of metaphor
  7. Restless wanderers (in about everything)👻
  8. Spectators on social media (Facebook, Twitter and all that)👀
  9. Know they’re unique but feel useless to other people
  10. Want to matter to the world
  11. BAD BAD at expressing themselves verbally🙊
  12. Oh oh! Look at the moon; look at the stars! Oh my God that DOG! 🐕
  13. Do not exist for things of time and sense✨
  14. HATE HATE competitions and comparisons
  15. Set goals, introspect and dream about them then do nothing!
  16. Cry about doing nothing! 😭
  17. Somebody: “Small talk”; INFP: “Ok, bye. FOREVER”👋
  18. Ignores problems and then stresses about them later
  19. Unaware that rules exist, worried why everyone seems stressed😕
  20. Staring off into space (read: freaking other people out!)
  21. Powered by unusual amount of solitude☮️
  22. Almost nocturnal
  23. Runs on coffee/tea☕
  24. Try to plan things then start crying and then Netflix!📺
  25. Food! FOOd!! FOOD!!!🍔🍟
  26. Nerd about everything (They won’t accept publicly but they know it’s true!)🤓


Any other INFPs out there? ❤


Seven Days B&W Pictures: DAY#1 – SPLASH

Okay, this is new! I got nominated for this photo challenge by Riya (check out her blog, she’s really talented!). I don’t usually take up any challenges but this sounds fun. Also, I’ll get to share a few pictures with you all. That means a little break from my routine.

Here are the rules-

“Seven Days. Seven Black and White Photos of my Life challenge presented by Moushmi Radhanpara. No People. No Explanation. Challenge Someone New Each Day. “

P.S. It’s hard to make me follow rules so I might add a few lines(sorry!) 😀

Here’s the first one-


Little drops trickling down the pane,

they need to stay sane.

One drop adding to the other,

growing in abundance.

Sharing hurt and pain,

they mix and sink in silence.




Sharing is caring! Check out some of these cool blogs, they are participating in Nano PoBlano17:
Ghost @ Teleportingweena
Sibelius Russell @ Consolations Many Form Blog
Sarah @ Mother of Serendipity
Juliette Kings @ Vampire Maman
Lindsay @ The Flynnigans Blog 
Emily @ Zombie Flamingos Blog 
Carolyn R Owens @ Infinity Coaching Leadership Blog
Kitty Litterbox @ Litterbox Riot Blog 
Erica @ The Broken Spine Blog 
Erica @ The Ink Slinger Blog 
Charlene @ The Illusion Of Controlled Chaos Blog 
Sahara @ I Didn’t Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving Blog
Briton @ Punk Rock Papa Blog
Kim @ Drunk On Life Blog 
David Ellis @ TooFullToWrite Blog

Just another day

Some days are just days… a meaningless ensemble of seconds.

24 hours, that I’m so damn aware of.

I do not wake up with a glimmer of hope in my eyes rather it’s exhaustion and stress. As soon as I wake up, I want to go back to bed. The mere thought of getting through the day drains me. I pull aside the curtains and the light hurts. The buzz of life around makes me mad.

I count each minute and each second with a hope that time will quicken its pace. I focus on my pulse, twitching in my arm and trace the boundary of my fingernail. I’m aware of how frequently I blink and also that there are 18 lights zigzagging down the hallway.  I adjust my hair every two seconds and feel the cold shiver of my hand each time. I feel like I am being watched, I feel like they know!

I drift back from the frame and everything starts speeding. Deafening echoes of laughter and indistinct chatter…form the backdrop. I hear my name echo. I know someone’s calling. I try to gather the shattered pieces of my focus and reach for the glass of water on the desk.

I tell myself – “It’s all fine, you’re doing fine.”

Just one day.

Just another day.


The cynosure is the lead, incorruptible- indestructible master,

forever beloved.

Rainbow shining high up in the sky!

Flower in its full bloom,

the silver and shimmery moon,

bigger than ever, lighting up the land…pulling off tides.

Then I step back and I’m amazed by what I recognize.

The raindrops and the sun stretching up the rainbow,

The tiny little stars, making the perfect backdrop.

The deep roots beneath the surface, holding on tight.

Then I think about the picture in its entirety,

What WATSON is to Sherlock?

What BUTLER is to Batman?

A bunch of secondaries, in the world of originals.


The sun and the rain, to make the rainbows shine.

The roots, to hold the flowers up the vine.

The stars that scatter, for the moon to shine.


Bylines to headlines.

Shores to oceans.

Peripherals to vitals.

SideKICKs to heroes!


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Varad @ Loose End of the Red Thread
The Don @ Blended in the Middle Blog 
Palak @ Expressions Blog 
Victoria @ The Loneliness of the Stay-at-Home-Mother Blog 
Namratha @ NamySaysSo Blog 
Ka Malana @ Fiestaestrellas!
Edward @ Edward Fagan Blog
Robert @ Fresh Off the Pad Poetry
Lizzie Ward @ Cats and Chocolate Blog 
Jesska @ Not Throwing Stones
Quixie @ Quixie’s Mind Palace
Heather @ tUrtlettE Blog 
Sarah @ TZBlog
Matt @ The Matticus Kingdom
Cyn @ That Cynking Feeling


We are all desperate for something

At the restaurant this afternoon, a  little girl was sitting on the adjacent table. Carefully observing me as I play with my food, I caught her staring and smiled at her instantly and she returned the sweetest smile, hesitation free. She was adorable. Her mom watched her smile at me and her lips curved into a smile. Then I got back to eating and they got back to ordering their food and discussing school.

It is simple, life is simple. I thought about the little wordless encounter and it made me smile to myself. It was regular. Two people exchanging a genuine smile for no reason.

Why did I smile at her? Why did she smile back? What made her mother smile? It was nothing, we exchanged energy I would say. Positive energy.

People are strange. Capable of drastic things…we can start wars and hurt people badly. We can do horrible things..destroy nature, plant bombs…kill people and not give a damn about any of it. We are capable of destruction and all sorts of bad things and then we are capable of all things good. The funny thing is, destruction takes so much more effort yet we are ready to give all that in. Goodness comes from all things simple; things that require minimal effort. Yet we are willing to spread destruction, I say this because of the current state of the world. Switch on the news and there’s hurt and destruction all around. Sometimes, I don’t feel like hearing to any of it. It’s heartbreaking but I know turning a blind eye won’t alter reality.

Something as little as smiling at someone is perceived as an act of warmth and kindness. We have always heard of it- ‘smiling at strangers’. We’re communicating without words. We communicate kindness and love; radiate positive energy. See the thing is, I feel vibes are real; you do get different vibes from different people. There are people you would smile at without a hint of hesitation and then there are people otherwise. It is not about how they appear or how they dress, it is something more, something deeper than just appearances. If you can feel it, it’s all in the energy. I do not completely understand how the concept of energy and vibes works but I feel it is real. I’ve felt it and I’ll say that it is rarely wrong.

This is just ranter. I am not trying to make a point, we do what we do. The thing is it is in the most subtle and everyday kind of things that people touch us with kindness, it requires no effort.

This brings me to another thought; we have always heard that the things that are in our nature rarely require effort. They come to us naturally. I’ll hold on to this thought cause it is such a nice one.

Goodness is innate to human nature.

We were all truly kind and loving creatures, our circumstances make us bitter. They make us do things we would not approve of in our right minds. Sometimes we are strong, we do not let pain and misery grow on our kind hearts while other times, we become bitter. Our threshold varies depending on the impact of pain and we can’t judge one another for being who we are and the things we do unless we’ve seen it all for real. Hurt and pain transform us, it either brings one closer to oneself or it tears one apart. We do not react to pain in a similar way. We are countless beings on this earth and no two people are completely alike.

My thoughts are mixed this very moment; unable to focus on one point. Cause there is so much to wonder about. Some might feel I am desperate to find goodness and love and kindness. All things good and warm but the world is not like that. To that, I would say, better be desperate to find good than to find misery and pain. Isn’t it? I guess one day or the other, you find what you’ve been looking for.

So, yes! I am desperate. Desperate to find goodness in this world of misery.

I’ll keep ranting about what moves me. Today a smile moved me tomorrow it might be something/someone else. I am ready to deal with what I feel. Like you, I have my demons; the ugly side. Where I want to hurt people like they have hurt me and I have hurt people who treated me with kindness. I feel sorry for the times I’ve re-payed love with a cold heart and indifference. I am sorry for it but I’ve learned that I should not judge myself for being that person sometimes. Neither should you. We are people; human. We can’t always be right or in sync with the definition of good that others believe in.

Life will keep moving, things will keep happening and we will keep looking for love and kindness. It transforms us just like pain does. It makes us want to return that goodness to the world.

So yes, be desperate for the better. Who knows if you are desperate enough you might bump into what you are looking for. Like Paulo said in The Alchemist

“When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”

Go ahead, ask for love and kindness, for yourself and for others.



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Sarah @ Mother of Serendipity
Juliette Kings @ Vampire Maman
Lindsay @ The Flynnigans Blog 
Emily @ Zombie Flamingos Blog 
Carolyn R Owens @ Infinity Coaching Leadership Blog
Kitty Litterbox @ Litterbox Riot Blog 
Erica @ The Broken Spine Blog 
Erica @ The Ink Slinger Blog 
Charlene @ The Illusion Of Controlled Chaos Blog 
Sahara @ I Didn’t Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving Blog
Briton @ Punk Rock Papa Blog
Kim @ Drunk On Life Blog 
David Ellis @ TooFullToWrite Blog

Musings #2

“We live in a bubble. So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble”

This line is from the song ‘Chained to the Rhythm’ by Katy Perry. It gets to me each time.

Isn’t it true? That’s what all of us want from life. That is what we are making it.

A life of illusions. We are determined to drag ourselves away from the pits and chasms. When we truly know, a weave of valleys and uphills is what renders life it’s true essence.

The sunset and the sunrise.

The bud and the blossomed flower about to fall.

Storms are fierce, bold…they can tear things apart. However, as they pass they create a bed for new blossoms. Embrace the storms just like you embrace the blossom.




The Art of Acceptance

As a child, I read about fear a lot. I was not a small little girl..afraid of darkness. I was the girl who would wrap around a blanket, grip it tight and then run and flick that light switch on. I have always known that the only way to fight fear is to face it. The only way out is in…so my father taught me.

Here is the thing though- more so often in life, there are so many things our heart knows. So many things that you know are correct..the right way to traverse through the pits in life. However often when faced with a situation, knowing them does not seem enough. You know things..lines…motivational phrases..and you repeat them to yourself once..twice..and more. So much more that you lose track of it eventually. You cease to believe it, they become meaningless words.

The 2am thoughts that turn into 5am thoughts and the 2pm drowsiness that follows because you haven’t slept in ages. How do you cure that? Depression and anxiety hand in hand. You feel like running away but you know, you can’t run away from yourself. You feel like talking to people but the very second someone talks to you, you want to push them away. You feel drained and scared. It’s like nobody understands you ever, not completely anyway. You don’t care about motivation and change or being a fighter. All of it appears shallow and pointless. Someone explained it beautifully “Sometimes, all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart

You’ll get a lot of the ‘Think positive’, ‘Be a fighter’ and ‘Look at the bright side’ crap. It’s all crap. Sure, we need to come out of the rough phases but that doesn’t mean they are not real. They exist and they are very real. And when you are in the middle of the night staring at nothing in the darkness, numb; you don’t have the energy to force yourself to think about fighting and getting done with it. You just know you are there and that SOMETHING IS WRONG. Embrace it. Accept it. Cry if you want to. Leave everything and everyone for a while, if you think that’s what you need. Take it..feel like crap…cause if you don’t feel, you won’t fight. You need to know it’s real in order to gather the mental solidity to fight it. What I’ve come to realize is that it is important to feel. Ask me what’s beyond doom? It’s being numb my friend! I haven’t been there but I’ve seen it pretty close.

Depression is not something you can get over with…in a day. It might take you a week, a month or even a year. There are no parameters or rules. It’s different for each one of us.

In order to deal with something, you need to understand it first. In order to understand it, you have to accept it. Acceptance leads to change. Acceptance stirs you from within, you know you can’t accept this life because you realize that you almost have. Acceptance will stir a fierce whirlpool that’ll drive you towards change.

So feel, accept and do something about it. This life is all you have.




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The Beginning…

Okay, so this is new. It’s November and like each year I see my reader flooding with so many amazing posts in response to the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). I’ve come across variants but this ‘post a blog each day’ sort of had me the very first time I read through it. It’s called the National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo). Seemed simpler than writing a novel yet this would get me in touch with my writing so much more.  I’ve decided to take the challenge and see how far I can go with it. I am running into it with all my heart and with bundles of hope that I’ll make it to the end.

2017 is almost coming to an end, I told myself that this would be a year of change- beginnings- listening to my heart more often.

You guessed it right! None of it happened.

Then some days ago I thought I’ll take up NaBloPoMo, maybe that’ll be my change.

This will be my beginning; beginning to do more of what soothes my soul; beginning to something that makes my dedication towards writing stronger.

Today, on my way back from work I was wondering what I’d write about. I was clueless and I still am. Also, I am clueless about the days to come. This is pure ranter with a curtained hope that it will blossom into meaningful sentences and beautiful phrases. Writing that talks to someone out there. Writing that talks to you.

I have my hopes mounted on the Everest! (fingers crossed)

Happy blogging you all. Let’s see if this end takes me to a new beginning.


Want to know more about it? Ra explained it pretty neat here!


Andaman – A Photo Essay

A long pending post! I traveled to Andaman last December and have been meaning to share the beauty since then. So let’s get to the trip straight away!

Andaman will blow your mind with it’s raw and serene beauty. It is a must visit for all those who belong to the sea. With it’s magical clear sand and turquoise water beaches; plus the magnificent coral stretches you’ll never want to return. Oh! also there are some pretty cozy resorts with small private beaches – yayy!

Here are some of the pictures. All of them were taken with my phone.


Aerial view of the islands


Radhanagar beach; It is said to be the world’s 7th most beautiful beach and so it was ❤


On our way to the Limestone Caves


You’ll have to get on countless ferries and sometimes motorboats to move between islands. The travel between these small islands is equally amazing. You’ll come across mesmerizing seascapes.


Another one near the Limestone caves. On the corners are dense mangroves. We were riding on a small motorboat, which also takes you among the mangroves.




Coffee with a view!


The North Bay island is full of pretty corals. I went scuba diving to get a good feel of the beautiful coral reefs.

Crossed scuba diving off my bucket list wohoo!


The resorts at Havelock island were cozy and comfortable. We stayed at The Sea Shell resort.

And a few more pictures-






Life is Vanilla

Lacking a bit of inspiration, I headed to the Daily post today. Looking for a prompt or maybe a photo challenge.  The Weekly photo challenge  said – Pedestrian.

I am not much of a photographer but I like taking pictures. So I’ll give this post an appropriate image for the sake of it but what really popped into my head upon reading the word was my own blog- Vanilla with Sprinkles.

Vanilla is regular, ordinary….kind of Pedestrian.

The title holds a deep significance for me and  I’m really attached to it. As a little girl, when I started writing I told myself that my first book will be one named ‘Vanilla with Sprinkles’ and I was so proud for coming up with this name. Unfortunately I haven’t written any books yet. In the process of searching for a name for my blog, I hopped from one idea to another and nothing quite made sense to me. Anyway, I put up a random name and started writing. Each time I looked at my blog I wanted to call it something else. Then one fine day, reading through my old diary I stumbled upon the desires of my past and there it was – VANILLA WITH SPRINKLES! Along with a rough plot starting for my so-called book. I read through the 4 page plot and smiled at myself, to be true…it was pretty lame. Then, I stared at the title, neatly written in bold with a colored pen and I knew right then what I had to do.

My blog, is my very first writing venture. This is something that has always kept my hopes of becoming a writer alive. I may not have attempted a book yet but I always find the time to keep my blog alive and that means a lot to me. I go back and read my old posts sometimes and it makes me realize how my writing has changed and grown along with me. I am way more honest and carefree today than I was back then. Being honest with my writings has brought me so much of peace and it renders essence to what I put down.

Getting back to vanilla, I love the phrase cause it is honest and raw…that is what life is; Life is Vanilla with a shower of different sprinkles;

A smile, a tight hug, a happy tear, a glimpse of hopeful sadness…

A good book, the fragrance of freshly brewed coffee, an afternoon nap…

The crunch of leaves beneath your foot, an old song, crackling of fire wood and crashing of sea waves…

Plain old vanilla is just fine…and then you have such a wide variety of sprinkles to add that finishing touch 🙂