Through the Monsoons

Loving Rains as truly as i love sunshine.Rains begin in Delhi and thoughts of home come rushing.Reviving memories is a part of Rains,its undoubtedly for all..I watched Rains silently..I always felt Rain as a character,where it functioned as a mood setter and metaphor.The kinetics and dynamism Rains give are immense.Rains does represent different feelings,from romance to nostalgia.

Raindrops like tears,wash away ones mind,splashes thoughts into ones mind, red muddy pools in front of the house.

Des Raag fades into silence in my thoughts..

The downpour refreshed ones mind,body and soul,isn't it true?My Cosmos flowers shedded its petals in the rain.The sight and sound of the rains takes you into a dream..I love and enjoy monsoons and raindrops..

Just a journey into the vastness and glory of rains...

Giving company are Paulo Coelho and Oranges and the collectors items of Rain on display..........

in Fort Kochi...

There's always something at Fort Kochi  anytime you visit her...We have visited her umpteen times.

the streets,boutique hotels and cafes and much more........

Princess Street is one of the most famous attractions of a visit to famous city of Fort Kochi.

There are several beautiful old houses built in European style or colonial style.Almost all the famous old homes of Fort Kochi are situated on the Princess Street.Buildings are simply beautiful with their shedding pastel colors, and flower pot laden windowsills.The Loafer’s Corners provides tourists excellent views of Princess Street.

Many cafes catering to your tastes and Heritage hotels stand lined up before you in each street.

Reasonably priced good food at Dal roti

Colours liberally used on the walls,doors and windows seemed to amuse us.

Interesting signboards on view.

Idiom Booksellers where one can exchange old books for new.

Come back with lots more .....................

Of Peacock Feathers and Young Gods !

A Happy janmashtami to you all!In the rich hues of the peacock feathers,in the dripping sweetness of pedas,laddus and bal mithais,i see you my Krishna;As the wind wafts into my windows i can hear you my Krishna,The tender feet of my little one reminds me of you my Krishna,As I close my eyes ,I see you laugh,the laughter that takes away my mind my Krishna;As I open my eyes I can see you running to hide my Krishna,

Krishna I am Melting,melting melting,Nothing remains but you...

all images lakshmi arvind

Re-living the Bygone Era.........

Summer vacations are an opportunity to revisit the places which hold a special place in our heart.A trip to the Palace of the erstwhile Maharaja of Travancore was definitely on our itinerary this summer.The palace stands proud as a living example of the bygone era.

It was a royal journey through the elegance and splendour of the royalty at that time..Getting transcended to the era of The Maharajas ,Horse chariots and Palanquins...Could I hear some galloping and marching of the soldiers..I did close my eyes for a minute to listen carefully...My mind wandered aimlessly thinking,of the life they lived.My little one hopped and jumped ,taking fallen flowers,,I felt her on "my path" when she took a fallen leaf and placed it on the shadows and asked me to shoot..Some Feet fetish shots .Feeling the hands of the temple goddesses kept outside the main shrine in the palace,an act which we would never bother to..

An amazing experience of the pomp and splendour of the Yesteryears.The beauty and charm of the palace,the pillars,columns,courtyards,amazing shadows,Celebration of the light and darkness....

It was a journey into the Sound ,light,dusk and darkThey stood as a fine reminder to the things we experienced in this journey.Thought the Palace wanted to whisper a thousand stories and moods into my ears..

The majestic palace left me captivated,I stood there thinking how much laughter, sorrow, cries and life might have passed on till now..

The throne where the Maharajas sat, the bed, the swing beds, the chairs, benches and the paintings on the walls, the long corridors, the wooden flooring, the wooden steps, the antique jaalis, windows each had its own interesting tale, if only they could speak, the visit would have never ended, nor would have the stories...................

Please visit Celebrations Decor  for a behind the scenes look at the Palace.

Seasons Do Change and so do We?

Loving July,truly,as it gets ready to leave us.Some more days left to finish the month,How fast time flies?*Monsoons in Delhi*It rained against my windows,I had to get away,The Gulmohar branches swayed in the winds and kissed my windows,Some of them let their children play in the rain..Rains bring Nostalgia,Let it rain for Nostalgia sake.,Hariharan's Ghazal "Main Khayal Hoon Kisi Aur Ka........"making me forget myself,The feel is amazing.....I would love to walk in the rains,walk down memory lane,Rolling thunder, splash of the waterChange is what we cherish,But do we really understand the changes we go through in our lives?Look out of the window pane near you.*Do you see life?*Do you see the seasons?*Are they changing?*Seeing the seasons in transition is a joy!Falling leaves on the ground outside,memories fill my mind,My heart beats,a familiar sound at home the sight of the fallen jack fruit leaves were a totally different one.Arranging them onto the garden bench,life's simplest pleasure and that made it to the flickr explore.,Jack fruit leaves into coasters,interesting,isnt it?Looking into the collection of pressed and dried old leaves ...I do quite realise that i am a memory girl,like the memory tree down the blue lake in my dreams.,*Meanings I couldnt find in days or years ahead.Rather, I find them in the 'now'.Enjoying the rains, browsing cookbooks...what else in life during vacations?Vacations got over so easily,My  maid runs away locking me inside the house,What fun!

*SEASONS of life will fascinate you, if you watch them closely.

Kreativ Blogger Award

Thanks Shalini of "Of Travels and Travails" for giving me this Kreativ Blogger award!

I appreciate the gesture. Thanks again.