Delightful reveries

                                Where the smooth gray road seems never ending,                                 by whose side little patches of  greenery,alternated with farmers'                                acres of growing crops are there to give company,                                Where the sun shines ever so gently                                 & the light cool breeze wafts through and plays with your face,                                Where life seems all so easy and simple,   ...

The beauty of having to accomplish something lies in its journey, not the destination. Of course the destination,once reached, too gives its beautiful feelings, but the journey is most enjoyed.It leaves behind an unexplicable feeling of mixed emotions, some happy, some funny and some, inspiring. The journey motivates and enthuses the adventurer in us to set other targets and get the feel of their rollercoaster rides. A journey becomes one of the best ones we ever have had, leaving behind moments to ponder & reminiscince on, when we share the journey with someone.  Who else, but our parents and siblings. For, life itself is a beautiful journey, wit one of the end points being the ultimate satisfaction & elation in our parents' eyes at watching us do well in our lives. Well, when our parents share the journey, it becomes so much more fun, crazy & gives pearls of wisdom. For sure, we take it for granted that our parents and siblings will be with us, by our sides, for...

It's a beautiful feeling to be among glowing lights, and diyas. You have a thought that everything is bright and a new feeling of hope is instilled. A single beam of light can dispel darkness however small it maybe, as does knowledge, to ignorance.But still, a small step can lead to a huge leap!Light glows inspite of darkness, and is not consumed by it.Wonderful,isn't it?  So it was the evening of Deepavali:). A belated happy diwali to all the readers:) 

As i stand under the rain of warm water falling on me from the shower tap,i realise that reality is just a figment of imagination. Or is it just the opposite? Well,well.. let me give you some food for thought:)   This instance is for all those who cannot draw well  (including me)  So it goes, just before the art or drawing exam we would (at least i would ) imagine my drawing mentally. Let's suppose I have to draw a classical bharatnatyam dancer on the stage dancing gracefully.. i would imagine the drawing in pencil in an art book in my mind ..the dancer's torso, her legs in a half sitting (called adavu in bharatnatyam) position, one arm facing upwards and the other on shoulder level.and yes of course, the quintessential plait swinging towards the side and the inevitable ghungroo or the salangai( the musical anklet). Yes,perfect. The drawing would come out well, i would think. In the exam hall, what would come out? A non understandable half done messy drawing without a...

Beautiful is the sky at night with the stars glittering by the moonlight The purple clouds pass by sometimes hiding the moon so shy. The night so silent advances stealthily hiding a tiger hunting for its prey noiselessly The quiet gurgles of the stream nearby soothe the poet watching it pass by. The sky turns lighter with each passing hour ending the adventure with the dark A bud blooms into a flower as the first streaks of dawn have clearly made their mark. :)

One of those rare moments of bliss and peace, yet an energizing one.Hoped this would continue eternally.;)  A beautiful sunset. and a lovely evening with a steaming hot cuppa tea.

In the park, away from the crowd,you find a secluded spot. You decide to stay here for a while, and spend some quiet time with yourself. It is early in the evening,and the cool wind blows on your face and caresses your hair. There is a lot of greenery around. Here you sit, and listen to the beautiful quietude of the surroundings. No noise,nothing. You start introspecting your actions, and reminiscence memories, both sweet & bitter, with a neutral mind. Your imagination runs wild and you dream big.You feel fresh and new.Amidst all the silence in the surroundings and silence of your lips,is the loud noise of your thoughts, imaginations and dreams.You feel at ease with yourself.You don't need a companion when you have yourself to talk to. You stare away at a point for hours together without even blinking.You would have actually won a "No Blink" contest!!:p. That is being solitary,not alone. Then,suddenly,you stop thinking and start drinking in the beauty of the s...