When Navratri is celebrated, Seasons are in the midst of change And Nature is renewing itself. There is magic in the air – truly, As the seasons are switching turns, And the phenomenon of Ritu Sandhi unfolds. When Navratri is celebrated, Vivid rituals are alive in the air. The southern end of India bursts into…
The same bench, the same feeling. I have sat here as a little boy watching the elders sing with devotion, while watching the clock: And wondering when it would be over and I could run to play with my friends. I have sat there, praying to score just enough to get into medicine school. I…
They woke up, yawning and tumbling gently out of their beds. Both had to be coaxed by their parents. An open marble floor and fields were what their eyes saw… A crisp uniform and old brown shoes. One walked into a waiting car that honked ever so lightly – hurry up, we’ll be late. Waving…
I wander through the crowds,
Tip toeing ahead,
Sometimes on the shore.
I might lose sight of you – but I am there, always – I promise.
A chance drive past a beautiful field…one fine day. The memory lingers…even while it gets washed with time.
Some stand tall, Others wait in the shadows. Everything changes, As time can swiftly show, The colors are right in front of you. It’s doesn’t really matter – stand tall, sit small, Tomorrow the colors will change for you too. (picture courtesy: Darshana Mathur)
The lines run into each other, the ink is musty in some places.
Some places make you smile and the others, heave a sigh of regret.
The pages that you read are of your own creation.
In this journey towards the Self,
All that remains is my master and me.
On the hubby’s birthday, a short ode to the biker and his Harley.
Since. Since the answers lie within…