Gudhi Padwa Wishes : Day#1/30

This time around, I am going to attempt the "30 day blog challenge" - write a post everyday, for 30 days straight...
and what better time to begin than the new year? :-)
Wish me luck!

Day 1/30 :

We tend to take most things in life for granted, and I feel gratitude is something we need to practice more often...
Reiterating my last year's status message for keeps.

"ओंजळभर मागितलं तर
ओंजळभर मिळतं;
पण आपली ओंजळ भरली
हे कितीजणाना कळतं ?"
~चंद्रशेखर गोखले

Translated as,
"You ask for a handful,
You get a handful;
But how many of us realize
that we have received our share ?"
~Chandrashekhar Gokhale

Wishing everyone a new year full of things to be more to be thankful for...
गुढीपाडव्याच्या शुभेच्छा...! :-)

TTT #3 - Colours

It's true, I am suffering from a TTT OCD ;-)
This is what I wrote for their 'colour_of_your_choice' Holi special.
And yes, I rather liked these ones, so I took extra effort and put them in coloured boxes just like they did ;-) :D

(Belated) Happy Holi pplz! B-)

Happiness is ...

A day when there's so much pending work and impending deadlines that procrastination takes over...

I dare you to tell me it's not true ;-) :-P

#iSketch #afternoonTP #tissuepaperSketches

PS: The inspiration is obviously the Happy Page on fb

Music and Memories

It started with incoherent mono-syllables. Then there were lullabys. Along came nursery rhymes and poem recitals. Practice songs for her high school drama. A playlist of the latest and greatest hits for her RJ stint on the local radio station.
They always sang together.

He never got upset even when she sang out of tune, merely smiled and corrected her - every single time. He always let her sing in her own way...muddling the words, skipping notes...and smiled admiringly at his little angel. And he wondered how quickly time had passed since he first saw his bundle of joy, and decided to name her after the first note of music - after all she was the beginning of his note of happiness too :-)

Sometimes she used to close her eyes and just listen to him as he did his daily riyaaz. Although she couldn't grasp the nuances, she loved to close her eyes and listen. And all she could then see was a hue of colours dancing away - like a rainbow doing a waltz (if one could ever imagine such a thing...:) ) Graceful, colourful, full of mirth. Entangled colours, yet each freely retaining its own unique shade. Just like the bond they shared.

The notes still linger. The lyrics still play. The only thing missing is him.

Although she will always feel his presence. The voice she will hear when she plays their favourite songs will still be his. He will speak out whenever she reads the poems they read together. And his voice will always echo in her head - whenever she needs to hear him - all through her life - through good times and bad, happy ones and sad, when she needs to take decisions, when she needs to hold on to her beliefs and when she needs to let go of prejudices too.
His voice will be her guiding light. A guardian note. She just has to close her eyes, and no matter what's going on in her life - she will see the rainbow do the waltz, yet again.

I just pray and hope she has the strength to close her eyes and listen, yet again.

Perspectives - a photo blog

This has been on my mind a long long time really.
one of the things I love is clicking the sky through trees - I call those pics 'perspectives' B-) This is what I usually do when walking by myself - look up and go click click (and of course my bro would say that this is precisely the reason I keep bumping into things and falling into ditches ;-) )

Posting a series of pics I clicked over the years...my very first "photo blog" :-)