Graceful Transition

Today as I glanced through the window the trees swaying in the breeze. The three trees Mango, Tamarind and Neem near my new home looked so friendly…….

 It’s a lovely day…

Breakfast of sunny halves of boiled eggs on brown bread a cup of coffee

And this little sunflower dancing merrily reminds me of divine blessings….



The house has a ‘just shifted’ look as boxes and things need organising

However, it feels great to sit and watch my daughter cutting a pattern for the craft activity

Life is not about order and perfection it exists in an ever emerging creative chaos….

It is found in such moments of transition…

I could feel it while having dinner sitting on the boxes on the day we shifted

And silently sipping coffee the next morning in a cup which I found somewhere

Shifting houses helps in shifting perspectives

As new emerges from the old

Life becomes more fluid

Yes, I loved my old home and will always be thankful

I welcome the new house in my life

OLW Blog Hop – February 2013


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This post is part of the One Little Word Blog Hop where members of Ali Edwards’ OLW class. Participants share their monthly assignments or something about their word on their blogs.  Each month I would share my experience and then give you a link to the next in line (see the full list of participants at the end of this post). If you are going through the order, you have clicked through Marya’s blog.

January Intentions

January Intentions

My intention for January was graceful acceptance of hurts, relationships and imperfections. As I contemplated on these words I became anxious. Strangely my word gracefulness was nowhere to be seen, there was hurt and difficult relationships. With moments of tears and feelings of loneliness I tried my best to connect with the word however briefly and it wasn’t easy. Strangely, the word was so obvious with its absence that in a way it was present all the time around me.

Next on the list is


Here is the list of all the participants.







Missus Wookie:























One Little Word 2013

One Little Word


 I am participating in One Little Word class of 2013. To read about this visit Ali Edwards

My word for this year is-



These are some random goals I aspire to achieve-

Graceful walker on my life path

A Graceful person

A Graceful listener

A Graceful friend

Create a Graceful home

Create a Graceful space for myself in the home, at my work and in relationships

Experience the divine in the mundane to feel Graceful


My January assignment





Friday Bliss 21ST Dec 2012


Shades of Joy

She is ten.

This is a post my daughter.

You were a tiny, helpless bundle with dark black hair…

Dancing curiosity in your eyes was so obvious.

You smiled and giggled and talked on-stop after you started speaking.

I look at you, head bent as you concentrate to draw in the sketch book.

I am amazed to notice the changes as if I am meeting you for the first time.

You look so grown up and independent.

However, in the darkness of the night when you come to me with sleepy eyes and say….Mama I am scared! You look so innocently naïve

And when I let my fingers wander through your hair you relax and trust unquestionably.

I watch you breeze away on the bicycle turning around the cornet to catch my eye……

When you tell I make the best cake in the world.

When you say that Friday’s rice and lentil casserole was just superb

When you look at me and understand that I am upset…

Dear daughter there is so much I want to say, but words elude.

Yet, I will add.

My life as your mother is a bliss!

The above picture was done by my daughter.


I link this Liv’s blog


Merry Christmas and Happy New Year !



Friday Bliss 15th Dec 2012

Sunshine Yellow

These lovely Chrysanthemums on my table

I am happy to notice the spaciousness of space as I clear the clutter.

A small cupboard for my daughter created order in the house.

These lovely green shoots are fenugreek, spinach, coriander and tomato.

 I found a lovely compact sewing machine that I ordered. I have a yearning to sew and create things for my home and family.

I deeply appreciate the presence of the Divine in my life. This week I have been amazed how things got done easily, tasks completed.

I am linking this to Liv’s Little Bliss List

Have a lovely Week-end

Walk Slowly…


Slow down and linger when

Those musical notes make you catch your breath as your heart sings.

Those words in the book that made you cry.

When hope touches lightly as you notice those first green leaves in the vegetable patch.

When your child sleepily walks in the morning to the kitchen and rubs his face against your night gown.

When after a long day at work, you ring the bell and the door opens to let you in the warm comfort of your home.

When after a thunderstorm, you walk on the grass and as the newly bathed trees let go of the water droplets.

When on a sunny afternoon, you notice those two squirrels running happily around the bush.

When an unknown migratory bird lands on your balcony and looks at you as a long lost friend.

Because life resides in these pauses……..


Celebration Time

My Friday Bliss list

I am grateful for-

We celebrated Diwali, the festival of  lights on 13th of November

Flowers and Light

That small space of time in the morning when the house belongs to me

A dash butter on my toast and a glass of warm milk.

Toast and Milk

Sunlight entering the dining room in the afternoon….

The changing season which brings in lovely winter vegetables on my table.

I am happy to cook nourishing soups and drink on Friday nights.

Many thanks to Liv Lane for sharing this wonderful ritual!

Brush Strokes

I have been away from my blog for a long time.  The Windows software become corrupted and required formatting. As I pick the threads of blogging, I would like to share one of my paintings. I have just enrolled for a beginner’s course in water colour.

Curved, straight, wavy

Light, dark and shaky

Shadows light and luminescent

Subtle, delicate and blunt

Life is about joining the dots.

Slowly, passionately, lovingly

And everything will transform into a piece of art!


Recently, I read a poem by George Ella Lyon ‘Where I’ am From’. The delightful experience made me introspective.

Our lives are shaped by places and events, and we are the amalgamation of our own history and geography. Writing the poem based on the template was a lovely experience of rediscovering myself.

I am grateful to have found this

I wrote


I am from paper scraps from surf excel and blue detergents.

I am from the straight stairs steep; high it felt like rock climbing.

I am from the long stemmed wild grass the sweet taste of that weed and the Jasmines of Summer.

I am from mango desserts and punctual days from kokan) and Malwa.

I am from the close-knit circle and keeping a distance to almost be aloof.

From talk, laugh too much and a Jill of all trades an easy scapegoat

I am from many Gods but believe in the One.

I’m from the mingling of two cultures yellow lentils, fried potato and crunchy cucumber salad.

From the grandfather who taught prince and princesses, the grandmother who was a gem with no urge for Royalty and their children all well-read and established.

I am from the land where princesses have no kingdoms and still the world thinks and talks about their kingdoms. I belong to the land of myth and mystic; nature is my kingdom.


You can read George Ella Lyon’s poem here and copy the template from here.

It would be lovely if you decide to write a poem. Do post a link here.



The ‘Eye’ of a Storm

An account of a storm as I observed (please ignore the tense errors)

Dark Clouds


Dark clouds looked threatening. The breeze which was balmy few minutes ago had transformed into a gale. The perfect imperfection of a storm is amazing. The leaves danced, and branches swayed to the divine tune. The swishing sound of the wind was accompanied by loud noise of banging doors. Zigzag ribbons of lightening adorned the sky. Havens illuminated for a second as I stared at the marvellous sight….When did the first rains kiss the Earth? How many years ago?  Was there any living being to witness?

The wind plays with my hair as rain drops weave as pearls. The touch of cold water feels divine on the skin. Last few days were hot and humid and lashing rains feel heavenly.

My plants are happily getting drenched. What does rain remind me? It reminds me of one day as a child, I had walked home in the rains with a friend instead of travelling in the school bus. I remember the rich hot chocolate we had after reaching home.


Tea was what I needed.  I crossed over to the kitchen to switch on the light. It felt like late evening though it was just afternoon.

The money plant near the window created a delicate shadow pattern on the window.

Water boiled and I added the tea leaves, the golden liquid was rippling. Taking my cup outside, I sipped with closed eyes. Somehow, the spoon and the cup together made interesting music. I realised drinking tea can also be a meditative experience.

I am glad to discover the splendour of rains…








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