The Healing !

Dear Earth,

Hope you are healing well !

Hope that the wounds and creases we have given you are somewhat receding,

Hope that you are gradually mending.

Hope that you are beginning to smile a little again,

Hope that you are grasping the sense of being alive back again.

Hope you are apt to adore your own presence more,

Hope you are curing the mountains, deserts and the shores.

With all these hopes, I invoke for your health,

And know how much all of you is our only wealth.

Little mercies, bigger blessings, and love is what surrounds you always,

Swans, tigers, birds and peacocks dance in your pathways.

Men know just how you would need to be loved,

And a yearning to save you always lays above.

Forgive us for all that we did to you,

For we have been the fools unless we were abandoned by you.

May your prosper in love manifolds,

May we have you in our hands forever as precious as gold.

Dear Earth,

Hope you are healing well !

Bookworm’s Story (Heidi by Johanna Spyri).

The little miss sunshine,
Who lived in the hills.
Never ever had a dull moment,
For she was blessed with thrills.

She walked on the mountain highs,
All draped with glistening snow.
She knew the little huts by heart,
And loved by all she know.

The singing birds, the dreamy meadows,
The winds below the swinging firs.
They all were her best pals,
For they gave her the pretty stirs.

Her little world was all that mattered,
The little goats and the flowers,
The Grandmamma and Grandfather,
She loved them as much as the snow and the showers.

Little Clara and Mr Peter,
Longed for her company at all times.
She was a precious to the doctor,
And Grandmother loved her little rhymes.

Prayers became her masterpieces,
For she always believed He hears.
She taught it to her loved ones,
Happiness lies ahead of tears.

A little girl with a heart of gold,
She loved her little world.
She knew nothing fancy,
She still ruled the hearts of all told.


Little Ms Heidi,

Hello from the other side of the world!
Hope you are as bright as you have always been and spreading your sunshine in the beautiful Alps as much as you ever had !

I am a little admirer who got lucky to know your story and feels overwhelmed by what you have been doing for everyone around you. It is indeed a blessing know how you have lived your life so quietly and yet impacted the lives of so many so charmingly.

I am just a very Fraulein Rottenmeier kind of a person you met in Frankfurt, who is full of fear, resentment, anger and just plain and simple, irritation. I bet you didn’t like her at first. But with the heart of gold that you have, you still wished how she could come to the mountains when Clara visited you. Like most of the people there in Frankfurt, people here in this world too, are so unthankful for even breathing, forget they would ever understand what it means to live a life as gracefully as yours. And I may not have been any different until I read your story.

And once I did, I assure you, I have never hated my life in a city as much before. Life, as we know it here, is just a race of survival. We are no longer happy and more so, no longer thankful to Him for all that he has blessed us with. And yet, here I am thanking Him to have allowed me to read your story in the middle of a city of ungrateful hearts. How I wish your little sweet story could be shared with as many lives for it has the simplest and the most powerful message for every person who has the fortune to read it. Thank you for teaching me all that you did.

You taught me that a simple loaf of bread with cheese is so gratifying. The company of the goats and the mighty bird is all that you could ever ask for. The beautiful blooming flowers in the spring and the shining golden grass in the summer fill your heart’s brim. And the snow in the mountains may be just the ticket to a staggering state of emotions. The beautiful mercies of the Creator is flowing all around us and how we just miss to acknowledge all that He is blessing us with.

Thank you for reminding what prayers can do to ourselves, to the ones we love and to this beautiful world. It is you who has reminded us to look beyond all that exists and still keep saying our prayers even when we think they are not being answered. Thank you for touching my soul in ways I may ever be able to express. Thank you for being the knight in the shining armour.

Thank you for reading those prayers to Grandmamma for she never seemed more happy while she would be with you. Thank you for helping her see the world through your eyes. And all that you were for Clara, I cannot even know where to start thanking you from.

It is very few times that you come across in this world, a few humans who touch your soul in the most magical ways. And you, Heidi, have been no less than an angel. If ever I could meet you, I just wish to hug you tight and tell you that you are beautiful. Very beautiful !

Hope to spend my days with you sometime in the mountains !!

Until then,
Ciao !

A little crazy fan of yours for the rest of her life !

I got it from my Mamma !

I am a little girl, fragile yet strong,

I believe in little mercies as much as in slam.

I know no rituals that hold no purpose,

I hate all the drama, don’t create too much of fuss.

I know it when to leave,

Don’t let me roll my sleeve.

For life is too short,

Have your mind around it all sort.

I got it from my Mamma,

You got to get that right.

She taught me to be kind,

She taught me to be wild.

She told me to adore you,

As long as you are wise.

Never believe in what they say,

She told me upright.

Don’t let them fool you,

And screw you in your eyes.

I got it from my Mamma,

You got to get that right.

I watch you in silence,

I see your acts of rogue.

I choose to be peaceful,

My silence shouldn’t be muffled.

I laugh and share your words of glory,

Never believe me when I told you I believed your story.

Don’t fake that little facet,

I am smirking in my head.

I got it from my Mamma,

You got to get that right.

Forever she is my mentor,

I warn you stay in your true-blue.

For life is short and dicey,

My silence is not a clue.

I hit hard when the time is right,

I leave no stories untouched, unhide.

I am the daughter of my mother,

She is my pride.

I got it from my Mamma,

You got to take it right.


The Speculative Soul !

As much as we deny, our lives are mere experiments of survival. Life would come to a standstill if everyone lived the same one. We would have nothing to share, nothing to learn (and maybe nothing to blog ;-)).

And while we are living this experimental version gifted to us – its even imperative to experiment it further individually. Only so to share more !

So I present to you my little versions of being experimental as I breath :

A little through my lens !



A little with myself !



A little with the art !



A little with my pen !!


A little version of my experimental life 🙂


Weekly Photo Challenge :

Waiting !

(An autumn tree waiting to wither)


A mother waits for her child,

In city or in wild.

Like the peacock waits for the rain,

Thundering or mild.

The summer waits for the Autumn

The autumn for the rain,

The little furry friend wishes for an angel,

In hunger or in pain.

(Waiting for some nurturing and love)


A farmer waits for the sunny days,

So his harvest stays.

A soldier waits for his holiday,

For his family that awaits.

Life comes full circle,

we all wait for a good life.

Hoping and keeping the faith is all that we do,

that truly keeps us alive !!

(Waiting to bloom) 

Weekly Photo Challenge – Waiting –


Nurturing Angel !

Standing tall in the mountains,

My existence always unsung.

My silence is conjectured,

My strength truly muffled.

For decades I have withered and stood still and old,

Gave those priceless little gestures worth its weight a gold.

I am pretty, I am strong

But of all the life in the Universe, I have survived long !


Structure (photo challenge) –




The perfect ‘Imperfection’ – Life in little hopes !

All my childhood, my mother, like any other mother, was always beaming with endless life lessons and never ending preaches on how to live life and how not to. And like any other normal child, I was never interested !

All through these years, when I am a grown up married some one in her thirties, I know now how much I cherish those moments of frowning in my childhood when I was being preached over something at the dining table and when I wanted to eat the food right in front of me, but I couldn’t because my mum was telling me – how careless I can get with my life !

Life isn’t about the choices we make, but more about the ones that we don’t. Those years of childhood, I always dreaded to be an adult and always imagined about how I am going to preach others in my life once I am there. And now, as double an adult, I want someone to tell me that there is a way to go back to your childhood days and that you can always be in that life for the rest of your life.

No, I am not talking about my childhood here, neither am I talking about the life lessons that my Mom has never been out of, even today!@

All I wish to put across is, life isn’t about asking what you want always. It definitely isn’t !! It is always about, what you didn’t ask for !! Trust me on that !

The time when we stop asking GOD for things to happen our way, life really amazes you beautifully. The more we ask for things to happen His way, the more we realize what we have been missing for so long.

My prayers revolve more around the gratitude that I wish to express to Almighty for all the things that happened in my life the way they did, but most importantly, for all those things that did not happen the way they did not or the way I asked them to happen. I would have lived (maybe) even then, but perhaps I may not have had the wisdom of knowing this nectar of life and to acknowledge the way it works.

And no, my life is not perfect ! I am a confused soul, trying to find answers to many unattended questions, trying to seek balance in her married life, making enormous efforts to get in the best of health – and still trying to follow the endless life lessons that her Mom is giving her till now 🙂

Every time I broke, got rejected in life, looked down upon my capabilities and every little time I was hated for the reasons best known to God, I emerged with more gratitude, strong enough to tell me that it isn’t the end of world and it doesn’t stops here. I am not someone famous and neither am I preaching to lead a perfect life – just another soul trying to put in words how grateful she is for this life and hoping to be never without hope in life ! 🙂

Well, all I wish to put across to you my dear diary (and to all the beautiful souls reading it perhaps) is – putting your hands together in a prayer position and just saying – “Thank you God for just everything !” is all you need to do, for you do not know what it would have been if it was the way you asked for, otherwise !

“Thank you God for all you do always !!”

Keep shining and spreading gratitude!


While I Thank…!!

Its Thanksgiving finally !

While I believe no single day can do justice when it comes to thanking the people we love around us, the blessings we receive from the Almighty every single day and the most beautiful memories we are able to make every single day while we live – it certainly is a day to just pause and reflect and say “Thank You” !

There is a lot that we need to be thankful for !

Thank you God, for allowing me in this beautiful world of yours and allowing me to see, feel and appreciate your all your creations !

Thank you for a beautiful family (my parents and my in-laws) that has been by my side in the moments of infinite love and support and in moments when I would have shattered without their presence. No words can ever describe the amount of love and gratefulness I wish to show my family for having me as a part of their lives and allowing me to make them a part of mine. From moments of sweetness, to a few when I annoyed them and a lot many that included my being childish, dumb and not being pleasant – they have seen it all and under all circumstances, just have held me in the most loving and caring hold of theirs, never to let me go !

Thank you for a an amazing husband, who in his own little ways, has loved me to boundaries unknown and even in times when I baffled him with my little tantrums, his love and patience just reminded me how lucky I have been. His support is the biggest I have and his love is the kindest I have known !

Thank you for granting my family the strength to make me who I am today and help me attain the best of knowledge to understand life better !

Thank you for granting me the wisdom to acknowledge your presence even in the most little things and knowing that every single decision of my life is connected to your approval of it and its disapproval too at times even, leads to the most amazing decisions we may ever be able to take in our own consciousness !

Thank you for that every little failure, when I cried my lungs out to you for having me put in that situation, just to realise how much you were bonding stronger with me and telling me you have my back always !

Thank you for all those times when it almost blacked out and life seemed unfair as we rode along with it, you always wanted us to pray a little to you and taught us to thank you even for such moments, just to realise the best always stood right away !

Thank you for those bad comments, humiliations and little unpleasant conversations with a bunch of people who came in my life on and off. While those definitely weren’t the best times of my life but even better, for they have taught me to appreciate your presence and feel your love even amidst the terrible times !

Thank you for taking away some people that you have, and keeping them safe in your hands – they needed your love perhaps a little more than I did, but to be sure, I know it wasn’t easy to have let them go. Thank you for taking care of them even now !

Thank you for keeping me strong, in those moments when I felt I have been secluded, and for showing me little gestures of your presence and assuring me that you still have my back..!!

Thank you for a body that is healthy and a heart that loves you so dearly !

Thank you for all that has gone, the way it has ; for all that is, the way it is and for all that shall be, for the way it shall be !!!!

For years now, we have been constantly fighting with ourselves, our thoughts and questioning our own values – asking why we can’t ever be happy. But, all I have known and realised in my little life is, I am very Happy ! My biggest strength inside me is Yours who helps me to know, how much I am loved by the people around me. And for those who unlike me, I am even happier, for they have the best of people around them to love, so what if they hold a different face.

I may always be short of words when it comes to thanking you dear God, but you know deep inside, how much I am !! Happy Thanksgiving !

If the only prayer you said in your whole life was “Thank You”, that would suffice – Edward Sandford Martin.

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The Little Hugs in Life…

Not very often, in the little cosy corner of my room, when I get to spend a moment of silence with my self, do I get a luxury of silence like this – when I realise that the only sound talking around me is that of a clock ticking and while everything else stares at me still. There is a numbness in the air along with the little November chill and uninvited smoggy air. The aunty next door seems to have mistakenly fallen asleep or perhaps forgotten that she had to discuss the issue of the currency notes and the trouble that every one has to go while visiting a bank these days have to face, even if I haven’t seen her stepping out of her own house in months. Well, for now, her little balcony too seems to enjoy this blessed silence and so am I. Marshal, the little German shepherd, across my balcony, who manages to scare the hell out of almost everyone, by barking on the most little poke of a chirping bird, seems to have read some day time bed story too, I believe.

Well, its hard to believe my self in a moment like this yet and my mind already has started to weave thoughts that come uninvited when you are enjoying the moment you are in and its blessed with infinite peace. And as I started to wander in my head, this sudden feeling of how much I love to snuggle and be cosy all the time, just creeps in me from somewhere. Just about that time, I realised, how much, not only me, so many around us just love to dive in a snuggle or a hug to say so, just to feel special and maybe even more, loved !

As a little girl, the memories of how I use to run and snuggle up with my dad the moment I heard his bullet parking below the house and no words can ever describe the happiness it brought me. My little wins were celebrated by my Momma in the most affectionate hugs and I do not remember being made feel so special ever again as much as she made me feel all the time. The excitement that I had to meet my uncle when he use to be home on Diwali for a week, compares to no other excitement. And even today, I yearn for those moments to come back to me some how and I would gladly become that little princess of the most loving family. Even today, when I visit my parents, I always hug them so tightly while I meet them as I feel that my hug would probably convey how much I love them and how badly I miss them every single day, which otherwise, my words will never be able to describe them. I miss to hug a few people that I use to before but now, sadly they are no more a part of my life. And you realise, how much a little hug to some people means only when they are no longer with you or between you.

A little baby’s hug to Mamma, a little girl’s hug to daddy, a winning hug to a friend, a consoling hug to someone who just lost a job, a loving hug from someone you love and an excited hug to a grandma when you visit her after months or years….I may not be able to put down when people hug and why they do it or even perhaps on what occasions they do it.. but I know for sure, this little hug thing can sure bring about the most beautiful smiles, the most enriched captures and some amazing memories. You don’t need to speak a language to hug someone you love and  the language of love remains just about the same any where under the sun.

Having said that, I do believe that people show love in the most unexpected ways and these little gestures probably are not owned by everyone and anyone.

Does that mean they don’t love us? Well most certainly, they do !

I hug my husband everyday, even though I at times feel, he hugs me back out of habit which has taken over him over time as I have been doing that since we got married – and this my friends is love too ! He never disappoints me and he never leaves me without hugging me because he knows I like to do that. This is his way of loving me back and I totally adore that.

Someday, I know he would just come on his own and give me a hug from behind and thereafter, he will do it everyday, feeling every part of this little gesture and doing it not out of habit but because he wants to 🙂

Some moments make you feel the little acts you do, how much they can mean to you or someone else – you don’t realise in the maddening rush of your every day life, but yes, these little silent moments in life are just the best things for you to reflect and thank the Almighty for the things you knowingly or sometimes unknowingly do to make life worth the smiles with beautiful memories. A little act of love in the most encouraging way and an infinite amount of warmth and affection by just opening your arms and holding someone who may not need it (or maybe even does) – would leave everyone just smiling.

As long as we live in this world, lets just only love – in whatever language you understand, in what so ever gestures you can show – Keep hugging if you can as many people as you can and keep spreading the cheer and love along !!

Well, this may not be a perfect article for someone who does not relates, but this a perfect feeling described in my little autumn diary in the most perfect moment for a little someone who loves to be thankful for this life and the people around her. Thank you God!

P.S. – Please leave me your comments, feedbacks and experiences and I would gladly welcome all 🙂

Ravana – An existing illusion !

Those quite moments with that coffee in hand, at dusk, can be very intriguing sometimes. The stillness can either lead you to the depths of solitude you never wish it ends or it can just churn up the weirdest of thoughts leading to challenging some existing perceptions, which you may have been believing all this while, until it strikes a cord over that little conversation with yourself.

A series of thoughts curl up and you have an altogether different story to believe. Last evening, as I sipped my evening coffee, sitting by a window, trying to unwind after a day that seemed never ending – what caught my eye was a glimpse of the books that laid at a distance on a desk. And what held my sight for about a few lasting seconds, was the beautiful book of ‘The Ramayana’. All this while that my stare at it lasted, a flash of all the characters of the Epic just sort of appeared and disappeared, in an absolute disorder and my silence sort of grew in it more, as I continued to sip my coffee and look outside the window thereafter.

While most of us fondly remember Lord Rama, Goddess Sita and Lord Hanumana because of their worshipping characters, in our daily prayers or occasional temple visits, we certainly do not express much fondness in remembering the one character, which in our eyes holds the spitting image of a devil and as much as we hate to admit, Ramayana would have been incomplete without this otherwise unbeatable character – Ravana. As much as we have grown up seeing, reading and hearing stories out of this beautiful epic, we have perpetually been told about his wrong deeds and how he was crucified by our dear Lord Rama because of his Karma (for stealing the lady love – Goddess Sita from her husband Lord Rama).

Though I have been witnessing a little of Ramayana, quite often, through the television series, the little lessons learnt shared by my Mom, a little prayer on and off – this time it was different. Somewhere, my mind just stuck to this character of Ravana and just wouldn’t stop scrutinizing why was Ravana like the way he was. So much so, my curiosity just ended up in finding more about him and getting to know what sort of person he was after all. And as much I was amazed at what I found, I would love to share a different stroke of this incredible person, who cannot be even touched to where he stood in terms of his devotion and knowledge (and you would come to know why I am so lovingly mentioning about his long forgotten existence suddenly).

He was one obedient son to his parents, who loved gaining knowledge through possibly everywhere. He was one of the greatest scholars Indian Mythology ever witnessed, knowing the best of Vedas and the Holy scriptures; He is believed to be one of the biggest devotees of Lord Shiva, who spent years and decades in his devotion; His leadership skills are worth a mention and his dynasty never saw anyone who could be termed as ‘poor’; He was a great king that his kingdom witnessed and was an effective ruler, bringing times of great prosperity to the island during his rule. Not to mention, he is still worshipped in the lands of his then dynasty, Sri Lanka, for all the good that he did.

Having said all this, a series of questions that tick – Am I falling in love with his existence? Or maybe, am I starting to support his character and show the world how they interpreted him wrong? Well, the answer is – None of the above.

What brings me to this little piece of his existence then? A Man with immense devotion towards God, one of the most omnipotent kings of all times who had the courage to mess with another God (or his wife to say), this person with the most in supposable knowledge  – trapped himself to death because he never learnt to take charge of his arrogance, anger and ego. It is no joke to challenge the world (and the God Himself) just for the winning streak or pleasure of getting a woman. His inadequacy lied in the act of forgiveness. And what made things worse, was his infinite belief, that all the possible knowledge of Universe already existed inside him and there was nothing beyond that was left for him to know. He was self invited on an ego trip. He discarded the values he grew on and of whom he grew with. Time and again, he was told innumerably by his family, servants and strangers to keep a tab on that empowering ego that made him believe nothing in the world could do any harm to him, but so much was he rooted to these, that his knowledge, wisdom, devotion, family or his kingdom – nothing could save him, nothing !!

Come to think of it, we are just humans. Was Ravana any different from any one of us who exist in today’s world? He lived with the best of all values that we believe we are brought up with all our lives. And as much as we hate to admit, we all have an enormous slice of Ravana dwelling inside us even today. No matter whatever you earn – the riches, the educational degrees, that 5 figured pay, the family – nothing can save you from those literal eternal pieces of Ravana (anger, lust, hatred and ego) within us, growing by the day, slowly sucking us into the trap and suffocating our minds. That one within us, the ‘I-know-it-all’ soul, exists most of the times and it is this part of us that eventually becomes our own biggest demon. The smallest of complications in our relationships, careers and families prospers so much anger and ego in us, that we are ready to leave everything behind but amend the way we live.

Ravana would have got a greater place in Indian Mythology, had he surrendered in front of God, admitting that he committed a mistake, knowingly or unknowingly, and wished to just amend the wrongs he did to his family, his kingdom and himself, knowing that there is the existence of a greater power in this Universe and there is so much more that he needed to take from this life. His was a self destruction. And believe me when I say, surrendering and seeking forgiveness is the biggest kill of ego and anger that any one can sustain. Not that I am an exception, but that day, my perception about this rich king changed and suddenly it seemed, he was in that story to teach us something much bigger than what just shows. He showed us that he was killed only once, but we kill our ourselves every single time we let our anger and ego win ! This life would continue to evolve till it lasts. He was amongst us. Don’t hate Ravana, hate the characters he nourished and chose to live his life on.

It is a small life indeed. Don’t let this beautiful life die before its lived !! Be a Ravana with the right values !!

Do leave me your comments/suggestions and valuable feedback of how you think of this little piece 🙂