A small house with a big garden, flowers on the front lawn and vegetables in the backyard. A big field, green with grass, right at the front. Looking out of the window, I once saw a young boy running across that field. There was something … Continue reading Kaleidoscope
The White Goddess Saraswati and slipping pieces of my childhood
In the beginning, there was only chaos. Lord Brahma stared at his creation, all formless and fluid, in bewilderment, not knowing how to give shape to this disorderly mess. He needed the guidance of wisdom and knowledge. Thus emerged the white Goddess Saraswati from Brahma’s … Continue reading The White Goddess Saraswati and slipping pieces of my childhood
Home, hearth, refuge, a place where one lives – any synonym or definition for home is so woefully inadequate. It’s so much more than a dwelling. It’s a place or space where we can let our hair down and be ourselves. We can take off … Continue reading Home
The wintery things
I am autumn's child who eagerly waits for winter. Arriving in this world in late October, I could probably feel the nip in the air and the changing season and when it got colder I loved it. My mom talks about knitting caps for the … Continue reading The wintery things
Dubai and I
I, me, myself is a lot of fun, I realized when I started traveling alone. I go where I want, I do what pleases me, eat and drink what I like. I am responsible only for myself. All I care about is me having a … Continue reading Dubai and I
Bye bye Dubai
Saying goodbye was not easy. Dubai did gift me amazing five days. As if the city knew that this vacation was my birthday gift to me and worked towards making it perfect. My plane landed in Dubai half an hour early and my room was … Continue reading Bye bye Dubai
Festive season does have a lovely ring to it – happy ring that breaks from the mundane, optimistic rhythm of a new dawn, lingering melody of a world all decked up. There maybe nothing phenomenally different, yet everything looks unique. Or maybe it’s us looking … Continue reading Festive ring
What’s happening to books?
What's happening to books? Earlier, during long journeys, in airports or stations, you would find people reading books or at least magazines while waiting for their flights or trains. On long train journeys most people would be reading books, a popular novel maybe or a … Continue reading What’s happening to books?
And finally, she blooms, my red hibiscus. Struggling with heat and then endless struggles with woolly aphids, nursing my hibiscus plants back to health and making them bloom. I bought three hibiscus plants at the beginning of summer – red, pink and orangish yellow, from … Continue reading Blooming Hibiscus
Nostalgia, memories, the lingering sweetness…
The memories of lying on my back under a starlit sky, counting the stars, the magic of the shooting stars. The moonlit nights had a different appeal. There’s something about the moon that has fascinated me as a child, the changing shape, the patterns on the moon or rather the craters. I have always found the moon enigmatic and mysterious. Each star had a different story to tell, I thought. There’s so much secret hidden in the dark blue night sky. But alas, the bright lights of development eventually hid the night sky.