I know homes by the flowers that peep out of boundary walls during spring!
Sometimes I tell the driver, Bhaiya, uss gali me lena… And I am seldom disappointed. There, peeping through the concrete, would be the most startling creeper celebrating spring!
At other times, it is trees. I know which home would be surrounded by a blaze of orange Palaash or stunning yellow Laburnum or the cool of mauve Jacaranda.
There are strangers whose personality I try and discern through the wilderness they choose to have in front of their home or disciplined beds of color-coordinated flowers. It’s interesting.
So plant and let bloom, in you garden or in your balcony, these miracles of nature…For you never know who will change their path to include a view of them, on their way home and send a silent blessing your way!
The expanse of a lake filled with blooming Lotus can relax any mind. Even when painting in the studio, the feeling is similar. As I choose colors and blend them, moving way back to see if there is a sense of space in my canvas, I feel touched by an unknown power. It imparts peace and joy and a strange contentment that makes me feel complete… I want for nothing then, except to share that beautiful joy with others … ☺️🌼
One seldom looks up while walking under flowering Bogunville…this is what I saw when I strolled under them..A veritable stain glass ceiling, glowing with an amazing mixture of colours 🙂
In one of the most inhospitable seasons of Delhi, they bloom their brightest as if giving hope to humanity wilting under the relentless Sun 🙂
To me, being spiritual means…
Whispering to the trees,
Laughing with flowers,
Falling in love with sunsets,
Consulting the water
And worshipping the stars.
One hand to my heart
One hand to the earth.
And, sparkles. Tons of them.