As the Lotus Unfolds… 

There is something about watercolours. One can be as playful with them as children with their first set of paints or restrained like somebody overly trained. 

I find myself governed by my mood. Sometimes I am reckless and experimentative and confident enough to make the colours run riot, and at other times, like in the making of this one, I am almost sluggish. Enjoying every stroke and merging colours with a gentleness I don’t always possess. 

All I understand about art has come to me by my own journey of creativity. It has come after putting aside innumerable voices, some true and some false telling me about what I can and cannot do…. And quite like the blooming of a Lotus, one petal at a time, I have opened myself up to what lies within me…. 😊
With every stroke I realise

Just how unique existence is

And how miraculous our life! 

Making Memories 

One of the most precious earnings of life are the relationships that we nurture through the years. 

By accepting, complimenting, encouraging, forgiving, we choose to keep our focus on that which is relevant. By not paying attention to the petty and the temporary we sow seeds for something more lasting.

This photograph is an Ode to my brother and the precious bond he shares with my son. They are both sitting in the ramparts of the Rumtek Monastery in Sikkim, soaking in the chants coming from within and enjoying the atmosphere that only rains in the mountains can create!! 

Journal Journeys… 

Spending time collecting that which is on the ground, fallen, discarded, worthless but beautiful, nevertheless. 

They give hope…. A flower bloomed, a seed was formed and life moved on…. 😊
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The Magic Within 

The Magic Within
One little stick is all that I can see. It is in the ground where it was planted many days back. The solitary leaf that was hanging, alerting me to it’s being alive, has long since fallen off. Now it is just a thin brown stick. I pass it every day during my walk and look for signs of life in it. I touch it gently, it doesn’t feel dead. There is something vital, something silent in it still, some force moving through it, sustaining it from within. I wait patiently… water it diligently… urge it to grow…

 Many days later, just when I have given up hope, but when the plant itself is ready, a small little green nib of a leaf makes its tentative way through an opening I had never noticed before.

Within days, that, which I had thought of as dead, is vibrant and lively again. Nature takes its time. It is the most important lesson I learn. One cannot hurry it…

I think of the times I’ve been impatient with myself, for not being faster, smarter, quicker, brighter.. worked myself up to an irritated state. My immaturity made me rely on the purely visible aspect, completely overlooking the very important energy flowing under the surface. Magic was unfolding but I didn’t have the eyes to see it. My own growth as a person was invisible to me. So many times things are done before one is really ready for it. Yet, one is egged on by desires of other people. We forget that no fruit ripens overnight. It is a slow, magical process, needing immense nurturing and protection. It takes time…

Being amidst nature, seeing its ebb and flow, seeing first-hand, the cycle of birth, death, rejuvenation..brings the picture of all life into clearer, sharper, perspective. Those completely in sync with their true nature, don’t let people hurry them, they refuse to rise to any bait. They attempt to be unified within. As the opening lines of ‘Desiderata’ so eloquently states, “Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember what peace there may be in silence …”

Everytime I feel things are not going well, I think of that little shoot, full of hidden mysteries, having a world of action within but letting no one get a hint of just what it was in the process of creating. All events in life are hiding results in them, only our patience and time will bring them forth, till then, all we can do is ‘hang in there’ and even if we look dead to the world, there’s still a surprising amount of life in us…

A Bird Thinks…

A Bird Thinks…
Deep and safe in the bushes, it’s time to make a nest

Perfect, secure and comfortable, a quiet place to rest

I’ll have to work fast and hard, short list a bush or two

See if it fulfils my criteria, that is the very first thing to do
Now, collect the most flexible twigs, make sure they are the same size

They’ll be easy to curve and mold, make a perfect bowl to hold the precious prize

I’ll work fast and furiously, letting nothing get in my way

Soon, when the nest is ready, thats where my lady will stay
The eggs come soon enough and there is excitement in life anew,

Between caretaking, safeguarding and nurturing there is little else to do

Oh! The babies are so small and helpless, they fill my heart with pride

I’ll take care of their every need, I’ll never leave their side
They are growing up so fast now, how beautiful they look

Stronger and sturdier by the day, giving back more love than they ever took

Life is so perfect now, my lady, my babies and I 

I wish I could hold on to it, delay the time they’ll want to fly
One day when I come from work, I’ll be greeted by a different sight

The young ones, on the periphery of the nest, ready for their very first flight

Their joyous laughter will fill the air, I’ll try and steady my heart

Despite trying to slow time down, it’s finally time to part
They are ready for their maiden flight, I give them a tip or two

But deep down I know they’ll manage, they’ll know the right thing to do

So, fly my babies, fly high, new journeys you undertake

Remember, no matter where you go, our love will follow in its wake….

Memories of Dehradoon 

I remember fireflies and moonrise. 

These were the two things that I would wait for, make time for. I would look at the exact direction from where the moon would rise and judging by the soft glow emanating from behind the thickly forested hills, know exactly when it would make a glowing appearance. In the darkness of those times, where the perfection of night could be observed in all its splendor, when the hills were not inhabitated and street lights didn’t exist, it was the perfect setting to observe natures night life, especially stars and fireflies. 


Surrounded by night sounds of crickets and distant cries of jackals, I would settle myself on the corner of the railing and support my back against the wall. Floating life forms, glowing, would glide by, they would congregate near some self-chosen bush or tree and do their magical dance, mesmerising me completely. 

It was an isolated setting, yet one never felt alone. I made a lasting bond with my self during those silent obervations of nature. It was like the body ceased to have a boundary and just merged with its surroundings. And therein, I became the very breeze that moved the leaves on the trees at will or the moonlight that painted the landscape in a surreal silver hue.

Between the rising moon and the lively fireflies, the pressure cooker would whistle its lonesome call. Bringing images of a steam engine rolling through a desolate landscape, reminding me that dinner would not be too long now… I would get down from my perch and head downstairs after having inhaled a huge dose of solitude and beauty that would last a life time….

Todays glorious moonrise still reminds me of this…Of course, the only constant is the beauty of the moon in the distant sky. The setting from which I observe it now is altered beyond recognition…..