Grey Skies and yet, I Smile ๐Ÿ˜Š

There is something about stormy skies that gives the perfect opportunity to enjoy colour, the more vibrant the better… ๐Ÿ˜Š

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On Thin Ice ๐Ÿ˜

As a birthday celebration my daughter wanted us to do something we’d never done before. ๐Ÿ˜

I asked her to choose her activity and that I would be game for anything she decides… I thought, based on her interests, it would be a new art gallery or exhibition somewhere. ๐Ÿ˜Ž

How wrong was I!

She chose ice-skating๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฎ!!

I had skated as a child, on rinks with old wooden floors, but ICE!? On blades for shoes? Never in my wildest dreams ๐Ÿ˜.

So there we landed up on a freezing morning, snowflakes were still falling… Temperature was hovering around 0 degrees. We hired our skates and were given wrist bands to enter the skating rink and then left on our own. ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ˜

There we were, two women who were suddenly gliding and falling on thin ice ๐Ÿ˜‚. It was the scariest and most exhilarating feeling I’ve had in years! The snowflakes added to the beauty of the surreal atmosphere as did the pounding music, exhorting us to feel our body connect with the frozen ice, to just feel the rhythm…. Dance, glide, fall, get up again ๐Ÿ˜Š. So beautiful, so simple, and so enjoyable…. Before I realised, I was swaying and gliding (not as gracefully as I would have liked to though๐Ÿ˜†! ) 

As I nurse every aching muscle of my sore body, I realise the importance of moving out of ones comfort zone…. Of just doing something for the sheer novelty of it!

For my daughter it was a gift that money couldn’t buy and for me, it turned out to be the most memorable and enjoyable part of my entire, winter in the East Coast experience ๐Ÿ˜€!


#NewYorkDiaries #travel #travelogues #ice-#skating

On Thin Ice ๐Ÿ˜

As a birthday celebration my daughter wanted us to do something we’d never done before. ๐Ÿ˜

I asked her to choose her activity and that I would be game for anything she decides… I thought, based on her interests, it would be a new art gallery or exhibition somewhere. ๐Ÿ˜Ž

How wrong was I!

She chose ice-skating๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฎ!!

I had skated as a child, on rinks with old wooden floors, but ICE!? On blades for shoes? Never in my wildest dreams ๐Ÿ˜.

So there we landed up on a freezing morning, snowflakes were still falling… Temperature was hovering around 0 degrees. We hired our skates and were given wrist bands to enter the skating rink and then left on our own. ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ˜

There we were, two women who were suddenly gliding and falling on thin ice ๐Ÿ˜‚. It was the scariest and most exhilarating feeling I’ve had in years! The snowflakes added to the beauty of the surreal atmosphere as did the pounding music, exhorting us to feel our body connect with the frozen ice, to just feel the rhythm…. Dance, glide, fall, get up again ๐Ÿ˜Š. So beautiful, so simple, and so enjoyable…. Before I realised, I was swaying and gliding (not as gracefully as I would have liked to though๐Ÿ˜†! ) 

As I nurse every aching muscle of my sore body, I realise the importance of moving out of ones comfort zone…. Of just doing something for the sheer novelty of it!

For my daughter it was a gift that money couldn’t buy and for me, it turned out to be the most memorable and enjoyable part of my entire, winter in the East Coast experience ๐Ÿ˜€!


#NewYorkDiaries #travel #travelogues #ice-#skating

When the Earth Celebrates… I Dance Along ๐Ÿ˜Š

Sometimes I imagine myself being a flower, somewhere on the slopes of a hill, surrounded by other wild flowers of all colours. There,  in the breeze and open air… Life fulfills its own promise to bloom and blossom. 

It fills my heart with simple delight ๐Ÿ˜

Cycling Stories ๐Ÿ’—

I enjoy my morning time immensely. It’s like an intimate dialogue with nature with very little disturbance.

All this modified recently when my husband decided to join me for my morning sojourns, mostly cycling trips into by lanes around our home. After the initial hiccups, we got into a rhythm, (quite like our marriage๐Ÿ˜Š)

There were little things I noticed which one never does when cycling alone. For instance, no one suddenly brakes in front of you when alone, forcing you to come to a screeching halt! Or when taking a turn to head back, move clockwise, when you always move anti-clockwise, invariably meeting in the middle and barely avoiding a collision ๐Ÿ˜.

Then there is the question of phone calls, if I overtake him and he cannot see me any more because of the bends in the road, the calls start coming ๐Ÿ˜‚… I ask him, on a single road, where do you think I will have gone?

What if you are abducted?

With the cycle?? I ask, laughing. 

These are bad times, the solemn ‘newspaper reader’ in him surfaces.

I ride to forget, I ride because for those moments, with the breeze on my face and the rythmic pedalling, all I can do is revel in the beauty of the morning and my ability to delight in it and forget the problems that the world at large is contending with.

I wish he would (or could) do the same….

But there are times when I am truly grateful for his presence, like the times when he catches the attention of the strays that love to bark at me and nip at my ankles. He shoos them away ๐Ÿ˜…

I realise that in cycling too he is like he is in our marriage… The protector, care-taker, the one who looks out for potential potholes and helps me avoid them… ๐Ÿ˜Š.

So what if we turn differently, our route is the same, as is our journey…. ๐Ÿ˜

#cyclingstories #wheelsoflife