Walk Tall!

My mother placed a copy of Alex Haleys, ‘Roots’ on top of my head and followed it with ‘Gone With the Wind’ by Margaret Mitchell… Together they must’ve weighed about half a kilo.

I was around thirteen that time.

She knew that I loved to read, but this was a novel way to add to my repertoire of books, even for her, who had a very active and naughty imagination 😊!

“Walk,” she instructed.

Immediately I straightened up, balancing the precarious load on my head like a village lady with a ‘matka’ on her head.

Two steps, and the books tumbled around me. I scrambled to gather them, all she told me was that I had to keep doing this till I could walk around the house without so much as a quiver. At thirteen, these instructions don’t go down well, but she never relented.

I noticed my posture changing within days. I stood taller, my neck and head were aligned perfectly, my hands didn’t swing in an agitated manner and my back was straight. The books stayed on longer 😂

I calmed down too, as I became more aware of my body and posture.

“That’s so much better… ” was all she said as she saw me stroll around our home with my load much reduced now, with just a thin volume of Khalil Gibran’s ‘The Prophet’, resting daintily on my head ☺️.

“If you walk tall, it takes away more years off you, than any anti-aging cream.”

At thirteen, age is not even a concept, leave alone, anti-aging. 😁

I remember her words now. How right she was! How we carry ourselves is pertinent to how energetic and youthful we look.

Whenever I slouch, I can picture her in my minds eye, one eyebrow raised questioningly 😊

“Can’t carry your own weight??”

And I straighten up. Gratitude fills my heart for the way she imparted her wisdom to me.

She also enrolled me in a ‘Personal Grooming’ class around the same time.

“Don’t be a slob, remember, you cannot see yourself, others can!”

Ah Mom! I don’t know how you did it, but you did a darned good job if I still remember your instructions, decades later!!

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Colours of Faith 

This season sees a multitude of men and women undertake a journey by foot, walking hundreds of miles sometimes, to collect the pure water of the Ganges in Haridwar and take it back to their villages and towns to bathe their family deities with that water. 

They never keep their beautifully decorated water carriers on the ground. Good samiritans and the government provide rest stations with stands made in them where they place their pure water, rest, eat and carry on with their journey…. Sometimes alone and in small groups at other times… 

It’s a show of their faith and quite a few walk bare foot… 

Morning Thoughts 

Woke up to rain today morning

Heavy grey skies and slight breeze

Ruffling the fresh leaves on trees

To lie in bed or simply walk out? 

No need to deliberate, curse or shout

I wore my keds and simply walked

Through gentle rain, drivers gawked

Down I went as the road curled

With droplets landing like little pearls

On my weathered fleece jacket

And worn out keds

I saw the world through drops on my specs

And this thought then unfurled

Am I a world in a drop

Or a drop in the world? 

#morningwalkmagic #mysticmorning #morningwalkwonders #morningmusings #wordsandvisuals 

Heavenly! 

​In the peace of the early morning hour, I realise that heaven is a place on earth. 


I chance upon it accidentally…like rays through morning mist. I see it in the first effort of a bud to bloom,  when it releases a perfectly formed petal from its tight embrace as if to test the world that it is going to inhabit.

It is in sudden patterns that form. Connecting random dots into a semblance of coherence. It is in these chance encounters that conviction dissipates confusion… like the fine mist that the sun lifts from the face of the earth, revealing new definitions of how  heaven is just something we take as ordinary in the guise of the extraordinary…. 

#morningwalkmagic #mysticmorning #morningwalkwonders #morningmusings

Suspended!

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A morning walk is a time for revelations. The thought of venturing out before the sun has risen and to actually witness daybreak fills my heart with joy.

The opportunity to capture interesting sights with ones cellphone is amazing too. The shot above was taken from a Samsung phone, a tiny flower hung suspended by an invisible thread, it was swaying gently in the breeze. A pause, a click and back to my walk… So very fulfilling!