Sometimes… 

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…. 

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Morning Thoughts 

Woke up to rain today morning

Heavy grey skies and slight breeze

Ruffling the fresh leaves on trees

To lie in bed or simply walk out? 

No need to deliberate, curse or shout

I wore my keds and simply walked

Through gentle rain, drivers gawked

Down I went as the road curled

With droplets landing like little pearls

On my weathered fleece jacket

And worn out keds

I saw the world through drops on my specs

And this thought then unfurled

Am I a world in a drop

Or a drop in the world? 

#morningwalkmagic #mysticmorning #morningwalkwonders #morningmusings #wordsandvisuals 

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… 😊