“Raindrops keep falling on my head But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red Crying’s not for me ‘Cause I’m never gonna stop the rain by complaining Because I’m free Nothing’s worrying me It won’t be long till happiness steps up to greet me” – B.J. Thomas (7 August, 1942 – 29… Read More Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on my Head: #WordlessWednesday #WednesdayWisdom
Wordless and Numb!😢… Read More Wordless, Speechless, Numb: #WordlessWednesday #WednesdayWisdom
“When you are aligned with the truth of who you truly are, then you experience bliss. – Vivian Amiss
…lost and gained some Lost my precious furry child, Cotton; but gained a bundle of love and sharp energy, in Mishka. Lost weight as the winters wrapped into spring, but gained weight in summers. Thanks to fresh, delicious home cooked meals, and my love for sweets. My winter metabolism leans towards losing… Read More Six Months into 2019 and I…: #WordlessWednesday #ZombieBlogHop
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… Read More The Road Less Travelled
Twenty-four by seven: #WriteBravely #WRITETRIBEFESTIVALOFWORDSJUNE2018 She toiled twenty-four by seven at Donna’s kitchen. “No rest for the wicked”, she always said with a winsome smile. Donna’s Kitchen was her life line, her haven and her home away from home. She had no family to call her own, but the staff and Donna were family… Read More Twenty-Four By Seven: #WriteBravely
Thank You, Babi: #WRITEBRAVELY #WRITETRIBEFESTIVALOFWORDSJUNE2018 My Dearest Babi, I dedicate a few lines to you, on this monsoon day. The sun is playing a constant game of hide and seek, while the clouds outstretch their arms in a stoic cover of grey. The muggy air looks on undeterred as nature performs a spectacle of sorts.… Read More Thank You, Babi: #WriteBravely
Rain and Its After Effects: #Writebravely #writetribefestivalofwordSjune2018 It poured all of last night. The rains finally lashed Gurgaon with unfettered fury, giving the parched residents of our millennial city a much-needed respite from the sweltering summers. I was awake beyond midnight, listening to the rhythmic pitter patter of the rains, which would suddenly rise up… Read More Rain and Its After Effects: #WriteBravely
Last Song of the Dusk: #WriteBRAVELY #WRITETRIBEFESTIVALOFWORDSJUNE2018 At twenty-one who would have known that leukaemia would ravage Antara’s being, reducing her to a bag of bones. It was hard to fathom that the bubbly, effervescent Antara, always brimming with joie de vivre; was now counting her last days. But not without a plan at… Read More Last Song of the Dusk: #WriteBravely
Because daddy says so: #Writebravely #writetribefestivalofwordsjune2018 Because Daddy says so, I chose to stick to his life’s lessons. Daddy doesn’t always get preachy, he lives, and let’s live. When I was growing up, into a gangly teenager, with reckless thoughts and frayed emotions, Daddy gave me three life rules to live by: 1.… Read More Because Daddy Says So: #WriteBravely