this morning

Lucky was my awakening this morning..,i could see the sun before me,the rays melted in front of me and do you all believe ,my little one chased the sun,he felt it,he kissed it,he adored,he laughed and  made love with it.
In love with the golden touch..
Golden was his touch,that it just shone in my house and my house is blessed/.
my chai still got cold in the balcony,while i kept on clicking
the money plants get adjusted to their environment in the bottles.
best moments in life are caught in the mornings and i wait for it always...

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Summers,Fragrant

In the beautiful month of May..as I see they bloomed,the Gulmohars,the magical Gulmohars...I look out of my windows,and i see them out in the park,the streets in Delhi explode with these beautiful trees and it softens my heart and i remember the peak of summer vacations,the times when we stuck the yellow calyx on our fingers and pretended to be ones with beautiful nails,the times we waited with bated breath for the wind to blow and the mangoes to fall ,the looming powercuts and the beautiful hand fans,and the fragrant champas and so many more...so lovely are the summer moments..

as i walk down the lanes

the magical gulmohars

on the way for pickles

the fragrant handfans

on the way to the hills...


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Appreciation

Sincerely Nowadays its lack of time,its not that i do not take photos,but blogging ..time constraint.With two little ones,hope people like me exist.And if i do get time to,i get immersed in my photo folders,trying to select the best shots and sit hours reading other blogs,reading some poetry,some phrases,some quotes,in search of the best title and sometimes,it really gets to me so much at times..While trying to write  i do get interrupted many times,it all a way of life..the offline life..

As we walked through the streets in Delhi ,the numerous shots we took,the beauty we imbibed,the spring we saw.In appreciation of the beauty around us.

The season...

A very beautiful season in transition.There couldnt have been a season ever beautiful as this..There cannot have been a spring season as beautiful as this..Explosive greens,mellow yellows,shining reds and blazing oranges and leaves and flowers at your feet..It is as though a magic revealed in the nature.I always glance out of the windows ,to see the sky blue,to see the trees budding,the sun shining bright.Can you all describe the fragrance of the breath of spring?


"You can cut all the flowers,but you cannot keep spring from coming."Pablo Neruda

this might be the hundreth time my little one draws hearts to me ,but somehow on this day it really helped me a lot...I love you too..much more than I know,u know..love

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Sufi to Inspire your Life

I have heard about Sufi and Rumi and i have heard sufi music,but this was the first time i sat to read.
I sat to read in Ahmedabad when we were at the "Arts Reverie"
A journey into the world of dreams,love far and beyond

i could feel the beauty of love and pain within..
I loved the writings,the quotes and the colours and language,it drawings show the complexities of mind and when you look within you seem to be drawn into them...
beautiful is the word i can say...
do read ..
i think i need to buy a book on Rumi now..
on my list..


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HoLI kE RAng!

Lets play Holi, at Home/....Amma said my little one/
and then we played and here it is...
May all your lives be filled with colours as vibrant as this and much more...

Happy holi to all of you!

these days....

Winter is on its way out..But the wintry breeze is still here..As Tagore ji says,the wintry breeze make the amloki trees dance in delight..But now its time for the Phalguni masa.




As i read about Tagore,i find that Baishakh, heralding the beginning of the Bangla year and summer, was also the month in which the poet was born. The songs and poems he composed on Baishakh and the new Bangla year constitute a treasure-house in Bengali literature. An adorer of dynamism, Rabindranath found in the 'absconding clouds' of Baishakh, the dream of the mountains, which wanted to float like them. For him summer was the veritable beginning of it all. It stood for all that was new
Come,oh Baisakh!,come
Breathing the fragrance of meditation




My little one turned one before the spring,the late winter still shines the corners of my house,some flowers uplifts my mood before they make their way out and dry,the green and blue balloons swayed in the light and breeze ,and then there were some inspirational,insightful and precious gettogethers,the brown and earthy tones being loved than any other colours,wrapping the shawls as i walk in the house,the cool insides of the house,whereas its sunny outside,the crunchy sound of the brown paper packages..a gift from a dear friend , the lipsmacking ber pickle..and so many more moments that i hold close to my heart that are not photographed...and on goes the life..seasons after seasons...

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