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Mandi, Moods & Memories

 It had been way too long since I’d gone out. So when Sunday came around with that perfect moody weather and a light drizzle, I knew… this was the day.


Three of us—me, two of my classmates, and a senior didi—decided to escape the routine. The cool part? We’re all from different states of India, but somehow vibed like long-lost cousins at a family function.


Our first stop was Lulu Mall. (Because what is a Sunday outing without some casual capitalism?) We grabbed some snacks, strolled around, did some impulse window shopping—all that jazz.


But the real reason behind the outing?

Sufi Mandi.

It was Muharram day, so the place was too crowded. But after a good wait, we finally got a seat.

And viola—pure flavour explosion.

That mandi? Top-tier. No crumbs left, literally. It was the kind of meal that silences everyone at the table for a while… in a good way.


Post-mandi, we auto-hopped to Zudio (obviously). Picked up some cute stuff and clicked those “mandatory, aesthetic, we-were-here” pics. The best part? The girls I went with were so chill and carefree—it made the day even better. I usually get a bit of social anxiety in new groups, but they were truly unbothered queens and made it feel like home.



Sometimes, stepping out—even just for a few hours—can reset your soul. Good food, good people, and a little spontaneity go a long way in reminding you that life isn't always about assignments and deadlines. It's about moments like these—imperfectly perfect.


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