Bun and Chai

Bun and chai

Sometimes, the colours
That I carry
Enter my heart too
Like when with some money
You give me a biscuit or two

The streets are not an easy place
For a little one to live
A little kindness is not too much
For everyone to give

If you see me today And I see you too
Stop by, say hello or Hi
Help me make a sale, and I’ll buy
Some Bun and chai ๐Ÿ˜Š

#recreated #fromlife #streetscene #ontheroad #NewDelhi #everydayindia #delhidiaries #wordsandvisuals #astoryaday  

Mom knows Best!ย 

Dry bamboo behind a potted plant. 

Who else but a mother can think of giving pride of place to anything drying or dying ๐Ÿ˜Š.

My mom specialises in picking up seeds and leaves and placing them in the most artistic manner, for her own joy…Every time I visit her, there are new flowering plants in small bottles and jars. She makes a collection of them on an antiquated table that has seen better days… And makes it look fabulous. It seems like she discards nothing… Just puts it to different use. โ˜บ๏ธ

There are frangipani flowers that fell out of a hairclip, adorning an evergreen plant in the living room. From a distance, it looks brilliant! Guests wonder if they can take a ‘cutting’ of this unusual plant… Much to moms delight.

In the night, when even owls might struggle to navigate their terrain, my mom trapezes over pipes and flower beds to make me smell the fragrance of her latest Blossoms! She knows each and every flower by heart… She inspires me by her enthusiasm for small joys.. Those are the big ones for her ๐Ÿ˜Š

I love this about her!

This one’s for you Mom ๐Ÿ˜! 

#Watercolor #handmadepaper #sketchbook #journaljourney #mom

Unfamiliar Faces

Unfamiliar faces

In familiar lines
Talk of forgotten times
Were you a passenger
On a slow moving train?
Or a pedestrian crossing the road
Carrying some unknown load?
Our glance might have met
You are a stranger yet
After that ephemeral glimpse
Your essence stayed
In some corner of my mind
Along with thousands of memories
Like in the pages of a sketchbook
Waiting for me to grab a pencil
And take an inward look… ๐Ÿ™‚

#Sketchbook #strangers #faces 

Pets and Life ๐Ÿ˜Š

We adopted an adult pet a week back. 

He needed a home and somehow, it didn’t take much deliberation. As a family we decided to go ahead.

My son and I went to pick Mitthu up. He, being the friendly fellow that he is, greeted us with warmth and some tail wags. After sitting with his family for about half an hour, we had to head home. He accompanied us happily, his family coming out in full force to see him off. Even as he sat in the car, it didn’t strike him that he was being taken away from the only family he ever knew in his little life. All the attachments he had formed, were severed in that moment when I reversed the car with Mitthu sitting happily on my son’s lap, looking out of the window with glee.

Our journey home was uneventful. Reaching home was a different matter altogether. There is already a pet there who has staked a claim over our home and hearts. How difficult it must be for him to relinquish some of that love. He lets us know this by shadowing every member, as best as his little legs permit, his eyes confused and worried… Seeking reassurance. 

Mitthu had been rechristened Motu. He has marked his territory with all the fervour of a young gun. I have raided pet shops for sprays, that promise to prevent “repeat markings”. Little realising that “marking” is the only thing he wants! So all corners of our bedroom, most curtains, office bags, wrappings from Amazon, have fallen prey to his determined spray ๐Ÿคจ.

A new bed has been brought for him, New toys too.. But its something else his eyes search for, his expectant gaze looks for someone else to walk through the door. Meanwhile, Bob, our older pet, tries hard to hang on to our affection by trying to snarl this invader away.

Through all of this, I see rays of hope. Everytime the two share a water bowl or cuddle in one bed, is a small victory for the spirits desire to seek love and make its peace with altered circumstances in life…. I am learning so much about loving, losing and loving again… I am learning about acceptance and hope, all through two of the smallest members of our family… ๐Ÿ˜Š

#pet #Bob #Motu #life

Moonlight Musingsย 

I turn to you at night

Towards your gentle light
When the days harsh glare

Is just too much to bear
To obliterate from sight

All that was overly bright
And offer to me instead

Before I go to bed
Your cool silver shower

With all its healing power
And then I sleep like a child

My curtains pushed to one side
Knowing you see me too

Just like I see you…
Waxing and waning with grace

Maintaining your perfect pace… ๐ŸŒ›

Candyfloss Hillsย 

Candyfloss Hills
The Rolling Hills

Make me relive the thrill 

When, with a small picnic hamper

We became little campers

And explorers of new lands

Discovering magic within our hands

As we dug for imaginary treasure

And spent a whole day of leisure

Under the warm and cool sun

Having our special brand of fun

As only children can do

With worries, so few

We saw wonder in colour, still

We saw chiffon skies and

Candyfloss hills… ๐Ÿ˜€
#oiloncanvas #SimplePleasuresofLife #joyofcolour #joyofart