Well, my aunt is a staunch Roman Catholic, and she's my godmum, so she forces me to go to Church every Sunday since I live with her. For a little over a year, I've stopped actually going to church and will go elsewhere instead. I cannot sit in the church and listen to what the priests say. I feel SO tempted to raise my hand and tell him that he's wrong. I won't deny that they give some brilliant sermons if the priest is good, but I think I've gone enough. So after turning 21, I stopped.  My mum and grandmum, and even my father (who has more faith in the religion than my mum) have accepted that I do not like going, and finally also that I do not believe. They say that it is my choice since I am old enough. I'm glad they realise that I've accepted certain values like treating other's well, respecting that people have beliefs too. 

ANYMEWS. Today I went to a cafe with a friend. It's called 'Candies'. It's really popular in Bombay and is more of an eatery, I think. It has a lovely set up.

PeterPan (wasn't it Wendy?) collar dress from 'Etam', Qingdao, China.

Blazer made by my sister, Siobhan.

Combat boots from Mexico.

Socks from Debenhams, Bombay.