Value of Words ๐Ÿ“š ๐Ÿค“

Many years back I made it a habit of noting down quotes or paragraphs from any book I was reading at that time.

Going down memory lane, I find out how my taste has changes, how I’ve metamorphosed over time (not necessarily to become a butterfly… ๐Ÿ˜Š) Most importantly, it shows me the person I was, one that the mirror doesn’t reflect anymore.

Over the years, my ‘collection’ has grown and now when I travel, guite often, I pick up one of my Diaries that have handwritten, hand-picked words of wisdom and banter, spirituality and philosophy, mystery and poetry all in a slim volume.

Sitting at a waiting lounge or in a new city, this collection of words takes me back to the root of my being… It makes me realise that while the branches might grow unruly and wild, the core is unchanging… It is my friend that has grown with me, it has imparted its support at crucial times… It has connected me to my past in beautiful ways, one whiff from a sentence can remind me of where exactly I was sitting, which couch it was or which tree trunk against which I leaned….

Time moves on, as it should, and what moves with it, for me, are a trail of words that never fail to get me back home from all my wanderings….

#words #quotes #books

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Gather Yourself…

Gather yourself

Like you do
Flowers for prayers
In the morning
One by one
Till your basket
Overflows

Gather yourself
Like you do
Strands of silk
To weave
Into something
Exotic

Gather yourself
Not because
You’ve come apart
But because
You are the part
That completes

You

The Small Town Sea. Book Review

It must be fun being an author with a vivid imagination ๐Ÿ˜Š… To make up characters and give them characteristics, to decide their quirks and idiocyncracies. To walk the reader into your imagined locations, where they unquestioningly follow….up the mountain or down by the sea.

This book, narrated in the voice of a thirteen-year-old boy, takes us into the innocence of childhood and also its acute helplessness. It takes us into a small town by the sea, where a child, uprooted from the city tries to find his bearings through a very difficult time of his life.

There is refreshing use of language here. The sentences are beautifully and meaningfully woven. The scene of a chase left me breathless as I ran with the protagonist and his friend Bilal through narrow lanes and rugged landscape, willing them to escape to safety. ๐Ÿ˜€

As the story takes shape in an unhurried manner, one is lulled by the pace of the small town sea. While it looks innocuous, this book has deeper layers that invite one to introspect. Children become unhappy pawns in the games that adults play. Quite often swallowing the screams and questions that arise…

I did take time to get fully involved in the story and many a times my pug got his teeth into it faster than me๐Ÿ˜… But I persevered and was richly rewarded!

My Moms Mango Tree

Naanis Mango Tree

My mom and I planted this tree at our home many decades ago.

It has seen two generations clamber onto its welcoming and sturdy branches. They are the ultimate playground for every age group (barring my moms, I think ๐Ÿ˜‚)

No visit of mine is complete without reacquainting myself with this beautiful tree. It welcomes me like an old, dear friend, helps me find the best way up and holds me gently on its moss covered branches. It’s perfect for summer, it’s foliage of leaves giving out cool vapours and a faint, refreshing aroma. I can sit on this tree for hours, with or without a book or sketch pad.

Many years back, my son and I wrapped some money in a polythene and hid it in the vicinity of the tree. Neither he nor I remember where our ‘hidden treasure’ is! Digging around Moms tree will bring down unimaginable wrath, as only my nature loving mother can shower๐Ÿ˜ถ!

My kids write about this tree in their creative writing classes and attach many pleasing memories to it, much as one would to a dearly loved relative. ๐Ÿ˜

I hug it goodbye, everytime I leave my moms home. Sometimes I visit it even if our home is locked and my mom is travelling out of station.๐Ÿ™„

To say that nature relieves one of stress is an understatement… It imparts relaxation and a unique acceptance of ones so called ‘failures and successes’ . In being steadfast, it tells us that everything changes, but the core remains the same. In giving fruits intermittently, it tells us that time is never wasted, it is being used for higher goals. It also tells us that rest is vital and one should not feel guilty taking it….๐Ÿ˜Š

But most importantly, it seems to say, ‘Take your time… You are precious, just the way you are… ๐Ÿ’•’

#๐Ÿ˜Š #SimplePleasuresofLife #joy

Mayhem in the Morning ๐Ÿ˜Š

Good morning!! 

Those who have had enough of my morning bird pics, my apologies for yet another one ๐Ÿ™„!

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But, in my defence, I just couldn’t resist!!

The forces have doubled! They’ve spread the word around ๐Ÿ˜… And now there are around twenty shrieking parrots at a time ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

Other variety of birds dare to come only after these energetic ruffians have left. Even the crows keep their distance!


I notice different personalities in this wild lot. There is one with just one foot, he seldom gets into the thick of the feeding, preferring a small pile of grain on the side. Then there is the ‘Zen’ parrot… Calm as a Monk, relishes each grain peacefully, one at a time. Not for him the ‘stuffing the mouth in haste’ business. He is elegance personified. When the others take off in a startled hurry, he stands his ground, looks up to see of there is any real danger and then resumes his breakfast, shaking his head at the impatience of youth! ๐Ÿ˜Ž

Today was a Sunday, my day to laze in bed, but even through the earplugs, (I have to stuff in because of the snores of my pugs ๐Ÿ˜…) I could hear their grumbling from the branches closest to my bedroom!

So here I am, with another tale to tell, before I get back into bed for some Sunday reading and sketching!!

Have a good one! ๐Ÿค—

Book Review.. Urdu Poetry

My connection with Urdu poetry is mostly limited to my memories of my father. He could remember and recite the most appropriate ‘sher’ at a party and regale fellow officers for hours๐Ÿ˜Š.

As I grew older, the beauty of the world enclosed within two lines, never ceased to amaze me and give me a warm, fuzzy feeling within. Much like the distilled beauty of Zen poetry.

I have loved this book since I purchased it months back. It has poetry in Urdu, english and it’s translation, also in English. While I wish I could read Urdu, this is the next best option.

The topics are divided according to the main gist, like, Love (Ishq), Mysticism (Tasawwuf)… They have couplets on that topic by all eminent Urdu poets. This is what is most fascinating…. How one topic is viewed so differently by every poet ๐Ÿ™‚

I pick open a page at random and read a few couplets, trying to read it in the English/Urdu version. It’s like the taste of some exotic drink on one’s tongue. Beautiful!

Shri KC Kanda has produced a labour of love… His hardwork and passion cannot be missed.

In bringing so many poets inside one cover, he has given the reader, amateur or seasoned, a treasure for keeps.