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
Tag: Nostalgia
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 ring
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?
Blooming Hibiscus
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.
Of Home and Many Homes: A Soliloquy
Life is all about making new homes. As we build our new home, we yearn for the homes we have left behind…
Butterfly, butterfly…
The other day, on my morning walk, I met my long-lost friendA white butterfly with a black dot on each wing, flitting from flower to flowerI stopped, looked at her and smiled. “Where have you been for so long?” I wonderedThe butterfly paused too for … Continue reading Butterfly, butterfly…
Childhood memories of invoking Goddess Saraswati
Of all the Pujos that used to be celebrated at home during my childhood, Saraswati Pujo was perhaps the most awaited. Children of the family would collect donations from elders’ a week or so before the Pujo. We would then sit with our grandmother and … Continue reading Childhood memories of invoking Goddess Saraswati