Harry Kane 👑 has won 2026 Ballon d'or and he is a Bayern Munich player. It's probably the one and only time in my life that I'll care about the Balloon D'or. But it had to be Kane. Probably the greatest calendar year a striker had in Europe. So well deserved.

Every Sunday at 2:00 PM, Robin Hood Army East Delhi Chapter goes out to distribute food. We have never taken a break.

But one Sunday, we were busy with an event planned to celebrate the chapter’s 10th anniversary. Because of it, the distribution got delayed, and I later found out that no one had gone to distribute food yet.

The moment I found out, I took two volunteers, picked up the freshly cooked veg biryani, and headed for the distribution point.

As we were about to reach, I saw something from inside the car that I will probably never forget.

The children were standing on the main road with their plates and bowls in their hands, waiting for us.

The moment I opened the car door, they shouted,

“Sunday waale bhaiya aa gaye!”

Everyone rushed to the main distribution point, formed a line, and there were smiles all around.

That day, I understood something. For us, it might be just a food drive. For them, it is much more than that.

When I got back home, my own childhood memories came rushing back.

As children, we look up to the elders around us. We remember the people who spent time with us, who brought things for us, who were kind to us. Years later, when we meet them again, those old memories return, and we feel the same joy all over again. That is why some people hold a special place in our hearts forever.

And then it struck me.

We go there every Sunday, but we don’t necessarily remember each child’s face. For us, it is part of our Sunday routine. But for them, we are familiar faces. They recognize us, and they get excited because they know we have brought something for them.

Just like we carry memories of the people from our childhood, these children will grow up carrying their own. We may forget their names and faces, or remember these Sundays only as glimpses. But for them, these afternoons are a part of their childhood.

And perhaps, years from now, when they look back, they will remember that there were people who came every Sunday afternoon to feed them.

Just like some people from our childhood will always have a special place in our hearts, we might unknowingly be creating that same place for ourselves in theirs.

I'm 19M from a typical Indian family. I was earning for the last two years, but recently left my job to focus on building my own business.

Now I work late, sometimes until 2–3 AM, and have 3–4 meetings daily. But since I'm not earning right now, my family has started treating me differently.

Today, they pulled off my blanket, shouted at me (Teri vajah se ghar me jagde ho rahe hai) for waking up late, mocked my meetings and said "Meetings karta raheta hai jese koi bada officer ho", and stopped talking to me properly. They don't let me do anything be myself, even can't wear clothes of my dressing sense.

The funny part? When I had a job and gave money at home, nobody cared if I stayed up late or woke up late. Everything was fine as long as I was earning.

I understand their concerns, but it hurts when your efforts mean nothing until they start making money.

Kamao bhai, jitna ho sake utna kamao. Not just for a luxurious life, but for financial independence and freedom. I will say ki family vale bhi nahi dekhege agar kama nahi rahe hoge.

Is this true The man will gets respect only when you earn??

For me, it’s sleeping early. I want to sleep by 11 PM, but no matter what I do, I can’t fall asleep before 1 AM. 😶‍🌫️

What’s yours?

Yesterday was Sharad Purnima, and at our home, we followed a beautiful tradition.

Mummy prepared Kherr and left it hanging outside under the moonlight overnight.

The moon on Sharad Purnima is considered especially auspicious and the moonlight is believed to have a cooling and healing effect.

Or kisike yahan follow krte hain ye?

No plating- delivery

1. Quinoa Bowl
2. Paneer Biryani (aka pulao)
3. Fruit bowl

P.S. Sorry for bad quality of pictures though. Food was yummier than it looks in the photos. 🥰

Now its 178rs (1 pound and 40 pence)

This pokemon and hello kitty is actually a gift from someone to his sister... he also asked me to do embroidery of his sister's name on each one of them... both of these turned out better then my expectation.... I loveee creating new charachters...

Bunny being a charming, commitment averse guy with plenty of romantic experience, while Naina was innocent and inexperienced, is a huge part of why their love story worked.

If the roles were reversed, I genuinely don't think that Indian audience would have romanticised their relationship the same way.

Thoughts?

୨ৎ TODAY'S BAKED GOODS ♡

1. DANISH PASTRY

2. CHOCOLATE STRAWBERRY SLAB CAKE

3. LEMON CURD STREUSEL MINI LOAVES

4. BASQUE BURNT CHEESECAKES

We’ve all been there. 😭

You send a message you immediately regret, panic, rush to delete it before anyone sees it… and accidentally hit “Delete for me” instead of “Delete for everyone.”

Now the message is gone from YOUR phone, but it’s still sitting there on theirs. 💀

And there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it.

Please tell me I’m not the only one who’s done this. 😭😂

What’s the worst message you’ve accidentally left behind?

I just fell into the deepest, weirdest music rabbit hole and i can’t stop thinking about how insane this is.
so basically back in the 70s and 80s there was this legendary session musician in bombay named charanjit singh. he was the guy playing keys on massive bollywood tracks (including the synth riffs in dum maro dum).
around 1982 he goes on a trip to singapore, walks into a music shop, and buys some brand new gear: a roland 808 drum machine, a synth, and a roland tb-303. at the time, the 303 was basically considered a total flop of a product—it was just marketed as a cheap plastic box to give solo guitarists a fake bass player to practice with.
he brings it back to bombay, locks himself in a room for like two days, and decides to mess around. his logic was basically: disco is huge right now, indian classical ragas are all about endless looping and improvisation, why not smash them together?
so he sets the drum machine to a 4/4 beat, programs the 303, and starts twisting the resonance knobs. he wasn't trying to make dance music. he was literally just tweaking the knobs to see if the machine could glide between notes like a sitar or a classical singer does (meend).
he drops this record called Synthesizing: Ten Ragas to a Disco Beat.
it comes out in 1982. India literally could not care less. classical purists thought it was trash, disco heads thought it was too bizarre, and it completely tanked. totally forgotten. bargain bin graveyard status.
fast forward TWENTY YEARS.
a dutch record collector named edo bouman is crate-digging in a dusty old shop in delhi. he spots this bizarre cover with a smiling sikh uncle sitting behind a wall of futuristic synths. he buys it for cheap, takes it home to amsterdam, drops the needle, and his jaw hits the floor.
it sounded identical to the underground acid house sound of chicago in the late 80s—the hypnotic, squelchy basslines that kicked off rave culture. except this uncle made it in 1982. FIVE WHOLE YEARS before chicago artists like phuture ever released an acid track. with zero connection to the western club scene.
the collector literally tracks singh down in bombay years later. singh didn't even own a copy of his own record anymore. he was just chilling, doing wedding gigs and playing ghazals with his wife. when the guy told him he accidentally invented acid house, singh was just like, "what is acid house? i was just trying to modernize ragas."
the album gets reissued in 2010 and blows up european club culture. suddenly, this 70-year-old uncle is flying to europe, headlining electronic music festivals, playing live 808s and 303s on stage while crowds of 20-somethings lose their minds dancing to him.
just go put on "Raga Bhairav" with headphones right now and remember this came out the same year as Thriller. the universe makes no sense man.

It would be nice to talk or collab or even exchange ideas with fellow aspiring or professional cinematographers. I just wanna rekindle my passion. Thank you! 🎀💗