the road less travelled 7 August, 2018 What does this picture tell you? A lone traveller on a deserted road? A path where the flora towers over mankind? Are we are mere inconspicuous beings? For me, this photo not just brought back memories of my awe-inspiring walk on the lone road, at Balur, Chikmagalur, South India; but also conjured up a medley of words in my minds eye, by my two favourite poets, Rumi and Robert Frost. “Beyond right…
ten things i Am grateful for on monday How did your Monday morning start? Is it Moan-day or Monday for you? Did you wake up with a spring on your feet, or did you bemoan the beginning of another choc-a-block week? Did you enjoy your coffee looking out of the window, and kiss the children a happy good-bye, as they left for school? Or was it a morning of frayed nerves with the alarm not ringing, and your…
La familia 29 May, 2017 The summer of 2017 was a remarkable. La familia took a road trip to the lush, cooler climes of Uttarakhand from Gurugram, where the summer heat was refusing to beat a retreat. One of our pit stops was my birth place; the stunningly, verdant Pantnagar University, before we headed out to mountains of Dhanachauli. This shot was taken upon our arrival at the captivating property where, we were put up. The cottage and the clouds…
,Last week I was book-ed; hook, line, and sinker. I received three books that I had ordered on Amazon. One being Khaled Hosseini’s – Sea Prayer, the other Twinkle Khanna’s – Pyjamas are Forgiving and the third, a parenting book by Dr. Laura Markham- Peaceful Parent Happy Kids: How to Stop Yelling and Start Connecting. My TBR (to be read) list is mounting, yet I can’t stop buying books. My bookshelves are spilling over. But every time I see a book…
Every time Ma sang Hickory Dickory Dock, I thought of Grandpa’s grand old clock. In my head a gigantic mouse would stealthily climb Grandpa’s clock. It would then twirl around in a tango with the little man playing the drums. Many moons have transcended time and tide. I’m back to Grandpa’s crumbling mansion. Grandpa ain’t around anymore, nor his clock. “Where is Grandpa’s cherished clock?” I ask the caretaker. “Oh! The British gifted Grandpa that clock. They claimed it…
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.” – Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar The Mighty Fig Tree On our arrival at Balur Estate, Chikamaglur this August, the first thing that grabbed our attention was this mighty beautiful fig tree. It really caught my fancy, as I’d never seen a fig tree. And…
walk with the ellies October 3, 2015 We had taken a wondrous weekend trip to Wildlife SOS Agra, with a bunch of dear friends. Wildlife SOS encourages its visitors to volunteer for its rescued elephants and Indian bears. We spent two very memorable days bathing the elephants, feeding them, watching them engage in their daily rituals. Some of the stories of the rescued elephants and bears brought tears to our eyes. There was the over obese Laxmi, the elephant who…
August is my birthday month and I look forward to it with much anticipation. In my head I believe that August must turn out perfect. But the August of 2018 proved to be a mixed bag of surprises. Some great, and some not so great. There were challenges galore, but the month was also dotted with exceptional blessings.
Photo Credits: Gah Learner moon boon The Airbnb accommodation is way beyond their expectations. A pristine view, overlooking the stunning Mt. Edna and a radiant moon glistening in all its glory. The fine sheers, and the ornate furniture exude love and warmth. Kaveri lies sprawled on the floral chaise, devouring the new Khaled Hosseini novel. Trisha sits by the window, a smug smile plastered over her delicate features. She sips on her Pinot Noir, while wishing upon a falling star….
Couple Goals 26th June, 2016 Chanced upon this couple from Rajasthan, on our trek from McLeod Ganj to Bhagsunag falls. I have no idea what the fascinating instrument that the man played is called. The rendition was a piece of pure bliss, that resonated synchronously with the crisp mountain air. This picture opened the floodgates of my memory today, and took me back to an enchanting time I had with my older daughter. Trudging uphill to the Bhagsugnag falls,…