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

A Rainy Day at home......and a Banana leaf ..

rainy days were there again.....they arrived along with me to our home town.moist red earth with a' cacophony of green' green moss on the walls,ferns fill the crevices of the walls:

giving me company is "Where the rain is born",compilation of excerpts from great authors.

All of my favourite things on a banana leaf platter,tea, books and raindrenched flowers and leaves..are the rains coming with a singing note,I thought they did....as the writer "MT"says rain is like a mother,it bursts out when you least expect it to ,when you go close,thinking it is in a good mood in remembrance of things past,I listened to very old music,played with harmonium,sang old songs during when it rained,I lazed on the bed and remembered all thats old that i could the wild thrashing of coconut palms on the windows this rains,woke me up from my small afternoons naps did the raindrops make craters on the ground?still remembering the the sundive through the holes and rafters of the old traditional house we have down south the sky visited my house as raindrops and sunlight, filtering through the holes in the mouldering palm leaf thatch always used to look at the patterns it makes and sometimes felt they danced in our rooms...

seated on the old bed on the verandah,i used to look at the rains and the moonthe sharp distant sound of a pebble hitting the water in the well, "clung",we used to play throwing pebbles of different sizes,the bigger the pebble the stronger the sound...memories stab my heart...how beautiful the solitude was when it rains startled by the call of ,Amma crying out our names to have Kanji(porridge with rice)...its time to leave you all in solitude.hope i got you all into my world for a small time..

Spring time Awaits!

Anticipation lingers as we await the first fresh breath of spring. Nothing compares to the feeling of brisk cool air replaced with a sweet spring breeze, or longer days filled with rays of sunshine and birds chirping.

Like an old friend, the time we've been looking forward to has finally arrived. Relish in the new season with a copy of magazines and freshly brewed tea in hand.

Take in all spring has to offer by gathering friends for an afternoon tea, with clusters of bright flowers and china that reflect the vitality of the season.