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 😊

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


Candyfloss Hills 

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… 😀
#oiloncanvas #SimplePleasuresofLife #joyofcolour #joyofart

Memories, Entwined in Music… 

It was a perfect moment in time. 

My mom was visiting and I had cancelled all commitments to be with her without rushing around and stressing unnecessarily. She noticed this and conveyed her appreciation through a gentle smile. 

As I booked tickets for a movie followed by a leisurely lunch and discussed our day with her, she couldn’t help beaming. I hugged her and expressed my pleasure at having her home. She hugged me back with a tightness that surprised me. It held in it so much…. Love, pride, gratitude, blessings… Suddenly, my eyes brimmed with tears… My mom had given me everything she thought I might need to manage my adult life with equipoise and now she stood within my arms, frail and delicate, straight – backed and proud. 

As we headed home after our ‘date’, soft music filtered from the music system in the car that cocooned us from the outside traffic. Then that song started playing, the one my dad used to sing ever so beautifully…”Chain se hum ko kabhi..aap ne jeene na deeya…” I cast a sideways glance at my mom and saw a small tear form at the corner of her eye…. I skipped it, to the next one… But she requested me to put it back on… By this time a huge lump had formed in my throat too. 

“It’s been thirty-seven years… ” Mom said, “so much was taken away from us that day… But his music? That no one can can take away… Let it play…” 

We reached home, the sound of my dads singing reverberating in our individual memories… Rich, mellifluous, so him, so me, so mom, so Us…. 

That can never be taken away….. Ever…

Winter warmth.. 

​The winter sun is a great unifier. Everyone is attracted to its calm warmth and as they make their way to it, conversations start and words find release. As the group grows bigger, place is made for new entrants… Toddlers and strays and strangers. Humanity seems to have reached a comfortable place here.  
I watch from my studio balcony. Enjoying the sounds of laughter and children chasing each other. As the breeze steals their words and drops them near my coffee mug, I get a peek into their life. The joy of becoming a grandmother, a new recipe that turned out well, a new family member who is finding it difficult to adjust… As the conversations float, I sense a burden lifting from shoulders… It’s group therapy at its best… It makes me realise the importance of human connect. In a generation that is growing old together, it is important to know that friends are just a few steps away, in the open public lawn. 
This group shows me that it’s time to confirm that coffee date. The right time is now. Some conversations just cannot happen over whattsapp 😊