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,…
Ivanka’s Land The bus trundles down the countryside, as the mist cloaks itself against the picket fences, partially blurring the view of the ruins and that one odd cottage that stands graciously, in the middle of nowhere. “Stop, please. I need to get off here,” hollers Ivanka from her bus seat. “Here?” says the bus driver bringing the bus to a screeching halt. “You got to be kidding me, Señorita. That’s an abandoned land. Nobody dares go there. Ghouls and…
A Journey of memorable smiles April 11, 2016 Sorry folks, but this is not a high quality shot, but the memories around it are truly treasured and precious. It was taken on an iPhone, like most of my pictures are. I was using an older version of iPhone, with a not very high-grade camera. My older daughter captured this moment from our surreal boat ride, on the majestic Vembanad lake, Komarakom, Kerela. The Vembanad lake looks more like a…
Scarlette ‘O Hara I was mesmerised by the stunning beauty of this flower that I rechristened Scarlette ‘O Hara, as I have no clue whatsoever of its real name. I spotted this bundle of gorgeousness at Balur Estate, the coffee plantation in Chikmaglur, South India. If any of you know this beauty’s real name do let me know. Would love to hear from you. #WordlessWednesday ********** New to #WordlessWednesday, but would like to join the fun? Here’s how you can…
“Life is a journey of new findings and profound discoveries” – NatashaMusing giant figs So, here’s my back story. I discovered these giant figs in Balur Estate, the stunning coffee plantation at Chikmagalur. And to my utter surprise I discovered that figs actually grow out of the bark of a tree. I had no idea whatsoever about this interesting phenomenon. Did you know that figs grow out of the fig tree’s bark? I totally love figs, but…
Mystified in the pristine, fairy tale like plantation of the 150 year-old, Balur Estate, Chikmagalur. WordlessWednesday ********** New to #WordlessWednesday, but would like to join the fun? Here’s how you can join Esha and me. Just follow our three easy steps: 1 Post a picture on your blog that speaks for itself. It could be from your adventures, experiments, life’s quirky moments, travels or just plain random shots. Absolutely anything that stoked your being. 2 Add our badge to your post and…
Eight Things I’m Grateful for in Jaunty July July was pretty much uneventful, most parts of it; so I am assuming. But possibly I’m being partly judgemental. Judging my jaunty July without really considering the details-not a good idea! If I look deep into the recesses of the month, there was actually some interesting action and a chunk load of things to be grateful for. The month began on an unfettered note and continued to flow like an unbridled river.
c’est la vie; That’s life “C’est la vie”, she said, her chocolate-brown eyes twinkling back at me; her cascading curls bobbing down her strong shoulders. Every time she speaks, her eyes smile back with a spark of sunshine. You know, there are just a handful of people we ever meet whose eyes speak for themselves. And when they do they pour a confetti of joy your way. Ginny is one of. them. I was sipping into my full-bodied, Blue Tokia…