Bottle brushes are in full bloom. They look like the tear of every Weeping Willow branch ended in a flower. It’s a gorgeous sight.
At a distance, hills fade away into gentle shades of lilac tinged with the orange of a Sun that is still mustering its strength to rise.
Bird call fills the air, lilting, musical, ethereal… They flit from branch to branch with joyous energy.
Such a perfect world has been created, and it’s never more evident than in the the early morning hours… In the hills 😊🐦☀️☕
It was nearing teatime.
Having wandered the Surajkund Mela for many hours with some friends, we finally reached a stall selling stunning Afghani kilim and carpets.
We sat down and started a conversation with the pleasing Afghan gentleman. He could see how tired we were and just how relaxed to be sitting, surrounded by so much hand-woven and colourful beauty.
Leaving us in the care of his cousin, the shopkeeper disappeared for some time, reappearing once again with some hot, refreshing green tea and ‘Shahi Tukdi’ 😍… To say that tea never tasted tastier or mithai more delicious, would be an understatement!!
So there we sat, my American friends and I, chatting with an Afghani who could converse in eight languages (🤓!) while sitting in Haryana 😁….!
How’s that for an extraordinary day?!
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When in doubt
When in joy
#nature #beauty #stillness #flowers #blossomsandblessings
From the incessant chatter of parrots to the reflective, meditative quality of sunrise… Life gives us reasons, over and over to be grateful and mindful and respectful of this beautiful world 🙏🌍😊
As ancient as time
Is a reminder
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Like you do
Flowers for prayers
In the morning
One by one
Till your basket
Like you do
Strands of silk
You’ve come apart
You are the part
Over and over again, in many different ways, I realise the joy of consistency.
At one point, habits one wanted to inculcate, never really developed, excuses came in the way. All believable, justifiable…
Then, one day, things fell in place. My desire to paint a sketch a day, became a habit that intrenched itself seamlessly into my routine. I would get up early or work late, or draw in waiting rooms or lounges, but I never made any excuse.
I realise the many levels of bliss that open up when the eyes start seeing things in New ways and the hands understand the minds subtle orders of seamless coordination.
There is no time for procrastination, one is too busy doing things that one deeply enjoys and has made time for… 😊