Musings..

Sunday morning musings. When the heartless Sun has sullied all your adult spirit and the humid stiff air has suffocated your adult desires. Yet, children remain exuberant and boisterous. It leads me to ponder – were we all this dexterous to begin with? and slowly over the years as we accumulated more wisdom and poise,Continue reading “Musings..”

The cycle of life.

Old age is cruel. Very hard and cold. Winters become synonymous with chill- dead soul shattering silence of the night. Summer stands for tiring endless light of the day. There is no respite. Years trickle by, and yet for the old time stands still. The most images or reels or posts I like on socialContinue reading “The cycle of life.”

Happy Janmashtami

Hathi🐘 ghoda🐴 palki Jai Kanhaiya Lal ki!! My earliest memories of Janmashtami are standing barefoot in enormous queue of devotees to pull the Jhoola ( swing) of the bal natkhat Kanha. The crowds would jostle and at times it would get either hot, humid or wet depending upon the humidity and downpour. The echoes andContinue reading “Happy Janmashtami”

The only solution

One of my fondest memories of childhood is our annual visits to my pishi’s bari (home) in New Delhi. My pishi (bua, father’s sister) was a very steadfast Sai Baba devotee. There were numerous life like portraits of Baba at her home. She also had a very nice sculpture of him in the puja (worship)Continue reading “The only solution”

3H formula for Positivity

It was the best of times ; it was the worst of times. It was the age of wisdom; it was the age of foolishness. It was the epoch of belief; it was the epoch of incredulity. It was the season of light, it was the season of darkness. It was the spring of hope,Continue reading “3H formula for Positivity”

Hey Nisha

Hey Nisha hi Nisha! Where are you today? I see you daily on my way. Sometimes smiling, sometimes laughing, Sometimes sad, sometimes frowning. I see you smiling warmly to the scorching Sun. Working fiercely with your every muscle outdone. Cleaning streets, cleaning utensils. Lifting things ten times your size. Sometimes in rain, sometimes in bitterContinue reading “Hey Nisha”