Simple Pleasures of Life πŸŒΌπŸ’•

The morning
Gathered around me
Like a cloak of warmth
Embracing me
In its welcoming comfort
Easing me
Into the day
The familiar
And the unexplored
United together
Making
The heart
Grateful
The mind
Peaceful… πŸ’•

#morningmusings #morningwalkmagic #gratitude #🌼 #lifethroughmyeyes

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Just Do It!Β 

Went to a public sector bank today. Some passbooks needed to be updated and a new one made as well. 

Sitting behind the counter was a young man. Newly married,  by the way other bank staff were coming to look at his shiny gold watch and pull his leg with some ribald jokes. It also happened to be his birthday 😊. 

He looked at me, partially shy and somewhat embarrassed. But he continued to do my work patiently, even as a queue formed behind me. I thought I’ll be called tomorrow for the new pass book. 😢

Finally after some rebooting of the system and a few false starts, the printer regurgitated all the updated passbooks and also the new one. πŸ˜ƒ

While waiting, I reached into my purse for the Mars Bar chocolate that I usually carry.

As he gave me my passbooks, I handed him the chocolate saying, “Happy Birthday!”

I didn’t know what his reaction would be, it just felt so right to make that connect!

His smile was priceless, after the initial look of surprise 😊

😁

#Happycustomer #😊 #people #life #goodness #bank #expresslife 

Mothers and Mothering πŸ˜Š

I was fifteen when we shifted into our own home. My mom and I. 

I had a room to myself for the first time and I was given enough choice and freedom to choose my own colors and decorate it the way I wanted 😊. 

I painted my bathroom wall with this sprig of flowers. Even today the instructions to the cleaning lady is to just dust it and never use a harsh detergent on it. It looks the same as it did when I made it three decades ago! 

My mom’s home is full of my paintings, but nothing gives her more joy that this one, done spontaneously by her teenaged daughter, who had stars in her eyes, a deep love for nature and painting and no idea what to do with it. 

This one wall reaffirms for me just how much someone’s faith can give power to us…

Everytime I have an exhibition I think of this wall and relive my journey… My mom never rubbed it off, given that she is a stickler for cleanliness, somewhere she saw in me, the seeds of something that I was unaware of… And she nurtured it, without saying a word… 

In believing in me she gave me the greatest gift she ever could…. That of believing in myself… 😊

Sometimes…Β 

The dance is always within us

Sometimes we forget the rhythm 

The song is always within us

Sometimes we forget the lyrics

The story is always within us us

Sometimes we forget the words

The answers are all within us

Sometimes we forget the questions

Everything that we need, is there

It’s just that we forget….