The message

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.

The Prayer

A chance drive past a beautiful field…one fine day. The memory lingers…even while it gets washed with time.

‘And I made a rural pen…’

I have loved William Blake’s poem many times over – over the years, especially the last few lines: “And I made a rural pen,  And I stain’d the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear.”  

The Book

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.

Two trees, time and tide

Praying quietly, we hoped. It was a little uncomfortable in the dark. And it was so moist. But we needed to be in that space – and so allowed it. I couldn’t see my friend – though I tried hard to squint through the darkness.

Ode to Marine Drive

Recently, my friend shared a beautiful piece on the ocean by Wilferd A. Peterson, an American author. It brought back so many memories of Marine Drive and the gorgeous Arabian sea.

I Hope You Dance

Some words can really light you up and keep resonating long after the music is gone. My sister, Darshana, shared the lyrics of a fabulous song – I Hope You Dance.