The Cosmic Law😊

It’s a cosmic law 

That struggle leads to reward… 

Struggle out of bed (On a Sunday morn πŸ™) 

And get rewarded by such sights!! 
#morningwalkmagic #mysticmorning #morningwalkwonders #morningmusings #wordsandvisuals #birdsofinstagram #flock #sundayfun

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The Magic Makers

The creator and his creation taking shape painstakingly, lovingly, one gentle nudge at a time…. 

When an artist invites you to watch him sculpt, it is an honour. The eyes move from the sunburnt face and hands onto the perfection that is being sculpted out of a block of wood. No gap remains between the two. It is as unique and beautiful as any process of birthing can be… 

The finished sculpture, polished and shining adorns temples and prayer rooms of homes that the sculptor might never visit… Yet through his art he has infused the intangible into the tangible…

 #art #creativity #sculpture #sculptor #wood #beauty #artist #surajkundmela #InredibleIndia #unsung #unknown

Today….

Today, when I get home
And open my door

It will be with a smile

I shall pause at the threshold 

Take a deep breath

And step in

I shall take nothing 

For granted

And everything 

With gratitude 

Today, when I go home

I shall do so with a smile 

Because I have a 

Roof over my head

And a song

In my heart

The tune of which

Only I know

So, I will sing my song

Sometimes in my heart

Sometimes deep into my soul

Because 

I have a song to sing….

Crossed this little tent during my morning walk.. Someone inside was singing a tuneless song, there was a small gas already lit and tea was being made… It brought a spring to my step… This resilience, this makeshift, colorful abode which housed a singing soul …

Monsoon Saga Unfolds…

Downpour? Necessary Chaos? Avoidable 

Beauty? Accidental 

Photography? Optional

Sharing? Inevitable 

😊

Monsoon season won’t last… As the clouds do their job and the Government fails to do, we realize we are made of sterner stuff. 

Through flooded potholes and roads and jams we still make our soaking selves home to tell our shocking tales to stunned neighbors and family. Heck, we still have ‘Sawan Ka Maheena, Pawan Kare Sooooor’ playing sometimes, on repeat, as we delve into our options of how to get home, on a road crammed with sputtering and coughing cars.

As the clouds recede, their magic will linger along with the foreboding they bring of a collapsing infrastructure. 

As we open all the doors of our car, everyday, in the hopes of getting the carpeting to dry and the smell to evaporate, we keep one eye on the Met Department predictions, the other on the sky.

With a prayer on our lips and a song in our heart we step into another working day, patting our bag to make sure that the ineffectual umbrella is still there. We give a parting glance to the safe haven we are leaving behind and bid adieu to colorful ‘juttis’ struggling to dry into a wearable shape, on the balcony.

Yes, it takes more than this to break our spirit….

Because we are made of sterner stuff… 😊

The Balloon SellerΒ 

The Balloon seller is a master businessman, as he prances between cars to sell his wares. He tactfully teases the little occupants till they start begging their parents for one. All this within the span of half an minute!
Deal done, money pocketed and off he runs, to the next red light.
A day on the roads for a little boy…

Polka Party!!

The streets and roads are an unforgiving place when the monsoons hit… Flooding and jams are rampant. 

Somehow, the street children find joy in that too. They run from car to car, drenched to the bone, trying to sell colourful polka-dotted balloons, their mischievous grins in place πŸ™‚ 

They teach me more abour life and adversity and coping than any book can…