Still Wild… Still Blooming 

Still wild

Still blooming

Still flowers 

Still weeds

Still connected

To the Earth

In ways

That humans

Will never know… .
#nature #beauty #stillness #flowers #art #acrylic #colortherapy #celebratelife #myart


Intertwined Destiny…

Our destiny is Intertwined 

With this place 

We call home 🍃

What we do to it

We do to ourselves… 

#nature #beauty #stillness #flowers #blossomsandblessings #art #myart #gulmohur #raiseyourhand #tohelp #respect 

Morning Mania!

The Tree Pie is a gorgeous bird with a rather unattractive call. This mother and child were having a peaceful morning till I brought out my camera!


Sensing danger, the mother got all excited and started cawing and coming closer to me to keep me away from her young one.



Hearing her cries even the other birds, who I couldn`t really see, joined in the ruckus, including squirrels. A peaceful morning quickly degenerated into mayhem till I receeded back into my room and shut the door!

The solidarity in the animal kingdom is beautiful to watch…they let it be known, without any doubt, that it is ‘us’ they need to fear …..



Stay Connected

Alone I can ‘Say’ but together we can ‘Talk’

Alone I can ‘Enjoy’ but together we can ‘Celebrate’

Alone I can ‘Smile’ but together we can ‘Laugh’

That’s the BEAUTY of Human Relations,

We are nothing without each other….

Stay Connected 🙂

Hands of Time…..Traces

Time is a tough guardian. It makes memories fade away like writings on sand. The freshness and excitement of a new experience, once so enchanting, dulls like the ink on prayer flags high up on the mountains.

Try as one might, one cannot hold on to too much for too long. Its nature’s way of ensuring that sanity can be preserved in a human being. Yet, some memories defy time and stay ever fresh. That also seems to be for our sanity…I place my hand in my young daughters and instantly a picture is taken by the mind’s eye for safekeeping. This picture will be etched just like the first time her chubby fingers held mine as a baby.

I think of my mother’s hands, showing signs of a lifetime of work… I think of the times they have created ever so lovingly – favourite foods, warm sweaters, blessings, reassurances, prayers…they have never stopped working and weaving their magic. They say hands reveal a person’s age like nothing else can. I say hands reveal how much a person has loved. Time definitely leaves its trace on everything it touches…