my warmth in winters

The traditional old house with tiled roofs,the long windows that always creaked when closed,the colourful ixora flowers that surrounded the home.Images that gave me some warmth this winter  morning.

These are all images that made up our summer and monsoon holidays down  south this year

Old images  are beautiful,arent they?

The rainy stories on the painted brown box,the hibiscus flowers and the milky tea(no fancy cups here:)- the steel tumblers and glasses,the peeling paints on the parapet are all images that flash when  I think of our home down south.
The grandma who sits waiting patiently for us..every year,the stories that she tell us,the rain that poured constantly

the rain drenched ixora and a tumbler of chai...the peeled  off parapets...its an old house

it rained the whole night

ixoras wet and eaten by  bugs

the arecanut palms leaf fallen 

the colours definitely matched,the dull browns and pinks...love them

old photographs,the  old memories,nostalgia,a ravivarma oleograph,the right hand corner are my parents

the book on the rusted box

rainy memories,hot and humid days

love these slats

loved each angle

the colourful hibiscus

the tea that got cold in my hands

the collection

beautiful....days

From My Blossoming Hibiscus Garden ..

Thinking of the poem written by the great tagor ji..


.The storm clouds thickened in the sky ,thunder clouds clap the giant hands and the June showers came down.There were grey mornings of rain.Streams of diffused sunlight struggled into the mosaic tiled room.A gentle morning awash with palesunlight and promise;As I opened the windows ,I could see; the Hibiscus flower children dress out in their pink,white and reds and ranges.

They made me smile;

The winds started blowing ,bringing the crowds of flowers down.

When the rains comes down they have their holidays.

As poet Tagore says in his poem "Flowerschool":even i thought for a minute that they go to school underground.

Even i felt like asking my Amma,Do you know, mother, their home is in the sky, where the stars are.

Haven’t you seen how eager they are to get there?

Don’t you know why they are in such a hurry?

Of course, I can guess to whom they raise their arms; they have their mother as I have my own.

With its fragrance that can fill the innerself and the home with a lot of ‘calmness’and a ‘sense of peace’ there; it envelops you,the Hibiscus

Hisbiscus flowers,one of my most favourites..

The Red flower I see before me on my table may not be the same to you and me.

But do take time to enjoy them.....

Thinking of Rain,the eager garden awaits its promise