We have all been advised, guarded and guided by many in our lives and I feel so grateful enough to feel so lucky that we have the basic necessities in an arms reach and many a times I feel that I don’t thank enough.

Yes, I had my rebellious phase and the transition of getting more matured was quite a challenge but then, people close to me say that I’m way far better than them , all I could ponder upon was ,”Wasn’t I really clever in getting my things done and dreaming of what I really could do !”

“Didn’t I know before hand, what would work and I was less risk bearing!” Wasn’t it the secret ..

I believed in things we could do, things we are capable of doing..they were all my choice UNTIL I met the BOYS.

This is a little kid selling the roasted groundnuts off the streets inside lal-bagh, his eyes sparkled and spoke volumes of the genuine love for studying, they might have taken life as it comes but wont they see other fortunate people buying expensive stuff from the opposite stores while we are all hell-bent on bargaining for the ground-nuts.They would feel suppressed and oppressed! ST834508

“What have they done to live on the roads and what have I done to sleep on the soft bed in my own personal room?”

The difference wasn’t much, luck and fate rolls the dice!And the secret of “why” still remains hidden the darkest pages of the creation book!

I saw quite a couple of people bargaining over the few packets, my father was no exception until I stopped him and sat with them for a little chat, people passing by were all dressed in a modern way, now whatever modern is, it’s definitely not discriminating and dominating the poor ones, no I wouldn’t call them poor, they are the brave ones.

We all have our ego’s and self-respects but the thin line differentiating them quite fades away into uncertainty under dire circumstances, but the boys were brave enough to make a living through the selling and protect their self-respect with the studying, they ,according to me have seen real life in a close-up view, with all it’s ugliness, with all it’s beauty.ST834505

I spoke to them for a while about the studies and they both go to a near-by government school, both bright, the older one is a bit more shy ,solving the puzzles in the magic-pot book, while the younger one is all talk with a knowledge of convincing the customer that he owns the best groundnuts in all of lal-bagh.It was so far the best way to know life .These boys are wiser and braver than me,forget the generation gap!

We are all protected, like in a cocoon, like a frog in the well, we know not how the ocean is supposed be ,then one fine day when we are allowed to stand against the howling winds , the turbulent tides,it’s not us who faces it and triumphs over it.

I surmise that It is the braver ones, and the best part is that, they do it with a smile.

Then a few more days later ,I was suffering from boredom, sitting in my car, under the non-summer hot sun stuck in a traffic, there appeared two visions that zapped me to be grateful that I have time to look around.

One was of the little girls sitting on road-side, again studying, under the very same sun as I was, a few yards away from them ,I see men tearing apart the coconut’s brown harder shell before the arrival of the dried coconut that we but for cooking.

Whatever happened to wages according to the work done, peeling a few coconut shells with fibers cost only few paisas..earning a meager amount of rs 20…I felt a jolt in my soul,how can this be gods will?

Occupation can be of different kinds, different pays and different physical loads,they do not have the luxury to look around,to know who is watching over them, who would be judging, who would be interested and intrigued by them and who would be inspired…

I was!! I was inspired to be thankful. Changing their lives wasn’t in my hands and not yet in my hands!!

I realized what I had been forgetting, it was on how we should bargain, a few more meager currency on the brave ones wouldn’t make me any poorer.I remember ,in my college years I would bargain on two rupees from the tender coconut vendor and I would be willing to pay seamlessly on Mc Donalds!

So now that I realize, I push you not to be too restricted on spending an extra share, that might be just a few coins for you but a meal for the other,lets not be biased, it is after all the era of realization and setting things right:)



Promise me !

Good old days of happiness,

Longing to see you again!

The bad memories see you instead;

Why would you do that to yourself?


The bright sunshine ,blithe is the moment,

To touch you with the sacred of golden hues

The dark clouds tear your ebony eyes instead;

Tell me,Why would you do that to yourself?

The Roses are velvety soft

Fragrance eager to reach you ,blessed you are;

But the thorns your eyes seek instead,

Tell me,Why would you do that to yourself?

The smiles are worth a treasure

To lighten up your heart, people who love you;

But the ephemeral fights you remember instead

Oh tell me, Why wold you do that to yourself?

The river banks is of the soft sands

Eager to sink you in the petrichor,

But you feel the weeds instead

Oh, why would you do that to yourself?

Fly and fly to your abode

With dreams to live, with smiles to be felt…

Go on and tell why would you not do it?

                                                          Promise me;

                                                                     Promise me that you see the brighter side:)


Inspired from the clicks: Story of her smile


An evening with a cup of cappuccino  and some home baked hot biscuits with a garden view studded with beautiful flowers in the balcony is all I ever need for a happy life ,well ofcourse a book with rusted corners and underlined glossary would be heaven but then the evening demanded my presence without a book or a pdf version.

To weave a story out of blue, one needs solitude and solace, nature has kept before me a zillion different things to ponder upon, to concoct of who the protagonist will be, where i’m going to place her or describing in my head the ephemeral feeling she goes through !

And every time I wonder, every time I create, I help not but think of somebody writing me, a character so peculiar like anybody else in the world with a mix of craziness, stupidity and a bit whimsical..whatsoever,I make sure that I never ever become boring coz in a book the boring character gets killed very quickly!

Oh a confession lined up. that huge cup of inscribed cappuccino contains boost in it, I don’t fancy drinking coffee and smelling coffee;)…and yes the biscuits were yummy as usual,the evening breeze held me to my reigns and the cooling boost boosted my brains ,tingling my creativity.

A snippet that came to me with a splash of of the bright red flower, the coffee mug and an evening snack!

“Here it is mom,you favorite cup of cappuccino ,brewed with love and extra sugar” twenty year old Anish with lovely brown eyes and a smile so much like his mother started his day by waking up his mother from bed and pulling out the dramatic version of the best son.

“Mom, wake up..you need to go to work”It was the third time he had switched off the snooze from her cellphone

“Yeah Yeah my little son has grown up to be my mother!Drama King” Mrs.Deepthi Agarwal hugged him a morning wish,she  was indeed late for her work,she was a  nurse in the city hospital, a career that she pursued after a sudden death of her husband without proper aid in a far away remote place where he was assigned as a civil engineer.She grimaced at the site accident that Agarwal had faced,agony scripted in her eyes.

“Mom ,where are you lost?Wake up and join me in preparing the breakfast” Anish folded her blanket and swooped out the tomatoes,onions and the sharp knife from the refridgerator.He was ready to play the role of a chef at home, he was indeed an ideal son every mother prayed for.He seemed to be older than his years,all his mischief’s intact, he had known to be responsible enough to run the home at a very early age.

Deepthi looked at her loving son, he so reminded her of his father, a just and a responsible man,she was from another world altogether who never worried about challenges, discipline and family.He never forced her either, but then the haunted death came as a phantom and took him away.

Those initial years of ordeal were unfathomable, she took up a nursing course supported by her father and went down to serving people as well as looking after her son. Anish had seen the paradigm of the hurdles come their way, he had seen his mother who had never actually seen hardships and never faced one had taken the blow in a positive outlook.

But one day ,when he was 16 he had seen how  broken she was, how badly she needed him, crying like a little kid,her problems had taken the whimsical smile off her, the fees was huge to pay, his studies would go in vain, she was bankrupt amidst the rents and unpaid bills,there was just a few home made biscuits left to last for the next two days.It was then he decided he would work,a part time job, he studied harder to attain scholarships and that was the day he promised his late dad standing before his garlanded picture hung in his small house..

“Dad! Mom is shattered,It would have been great if you were around.Not because things woul be easy but she would have had you!I promise you dad, just the way you never made her cry!I will never too..I will look after her well,I will get back the kid in her,carefree and always dancing then I would treat her as my kid, she is after-all a kid I say!’ He laughed speaking with the photo!

It was then a star sparkled in the night sky.It was then he had replaced the red hibiscus fallen to the ground from his father’s photo.

It was then he decided to be a therapist,a psychiatrist to ease her worries, to make people’s life better ….People like her ,who had forgotten how to stay young…..

At the age of twenty ,he had realized his dream! His mother was becoming more lively,more like a child everyday! The smile,the laziness for which he had toiled for years:)

The Green Master

The greens spiraled to protect the green life, the little worm hosting int he castle of leaves, the pinkish flowers it’s abode, eyes so bright, the sky covered itself with grey clouds, painters stumbled for the right mix to create it again on a canvas, such was the beauty of this slender, lovely caterpillar munching on the green tough leaves, a beauty the nature beholds every single time to tell us to look and not merely see around, coz there is beauty in everything, it might have been hidden, lost or forgotten yet there it is amidst us, awaiting to be explored, awaiting to be loved, awaiting to be appreciated.

It was a moody evening when I found this silently , loftily crawling at the rate of light years from a point to another, I pondered as to how these worms find their way to second floor garden, the grey clouds were turning black, black must be an angry blush in the world of skies, the breeze howling yet the green master never moved, I hesitantly touched it’s back legs so many,I stammered to count for those were hidden in the castle of leaves,the body is smooth, good and no where near to gross, coz that’s the power of colors, with vibrant colors splashed over it’s body, I guessed it to be a caterpillar ready to cocoon itself in to transform into a beautiful butterfly.

“Stop touching the insects, you might get an allergy!” that is my mom who is terrified with my love for bugs, it is I who handle lizards(I mean shoo them off), I catch grasshoppers, I dream of touching a snake and have had moths as my pets, I had even googled for the food the insects love to have, sugary sweet things was the results, I can sit in front of an anthill tracing their paths, their building of the sand castles and just be amazed the way they do it!.

Al in all I’m weird and my brother strikes me off the girl category, sometimes he says I have skipped stages in my life for I don’t fear for rats or insects, nor do I believe in the concept of love forever!!Now sorry for the de-tour.

Take a look at what I clicked for my post!



Hail to the green master:)

Flowers and Colors- A Perfect Pair

Strong mountains and majestic gushing waterfalls impress me less,what catches my attention is the tiny little miracles around us,even a dried up leaf falls into my catchy eyes.

My camera lens are so accustomed to my frequent clicks ,gauging a premonition, gravitates towards a colorful miracle and so like this,the below two pictures were clicked and the beauty is saved yet again!




So lets go for a fiction on this!!

I feel like a cadaver today,So out of life ,So change resistant,if there was any change, the world I am is grey,colors play no important role but still I fetch out my phone to check out any new updates of my kith and kin,none of whom I know,born an orphan with a strange conviction of finding the answers to my birth mystery,I lay still.

The walls fade of the color,it beams of grey or so I imagine,adamant to know what I am ,who I am and where do I belong to in this whole lot hoard!Little drops of rain showers right out of my window .a gesture as if to accompany my lonely tears,I sigh..Maybe someone up there will find my own!My blood has  a history but is lost,I scavenge through an old suitcase which was found with me,there were clothes,I reckon of my parents and also few baby clothes,it was mine,was I lost?Was I kidnapped and how did I reach a safe orphanage,the mystery remains same in my mind.

I carry myself to the windowsill where a colorful flower nods as the breeze increases its pace and the shower, it’s intensity!And few drops drench me as I neared my open window,it was another gesture, the flowers smelled heaven mashed up with the petrichor!

I smiled as the walls turned violet,the sky turned blue, the flowers turned white and pink, my dress was that of laden with red.The flower on the windowsill awaited my nurture,I trace it’s colors and relish the miracle,I’m going to find them ,my parents,I’ll try my best but not being grey coz when I meet them someday I’ll invite them into my colorful world with a triumphant smile and this flower in my hands:)

Until Next post:)



Freeze the moment!

As I have always been bit by the click bug, I took shots of these, from my favorite place, maybe when I grow old, with grey hairs and wrinkle faced but a warm smile,I would want to live here, a place with mist and trees and anything that has to do with greenery!



When I freezed: Picture 1

There is a slight climb of a little hill after the horanadu temple, a small trek can take you there, over the top,resides a family ,that of the pundit of a small hilltop temple and a few meters away brazing the moist mist and the breezy wind slashing through your eyelashes,the curves on the hill take you to another world, there tucked in the folds of the hill is a small house with a garden in the garden, an elderly couple invites us in urging us to buy the home-made foods and powders, they smell of heaven and earth,there is a back door which is flung open proudly enthralling me into the majestic view of the complete green abyss !One wrong foot, you are bound to fall from heights never to be seen again,such is the beauty of danger there,I feared to inch towards the edge but still did, he stern voice of my uncle zapped me back, I walked out into the hilly tar road and found this plant in sync with my swing of the head to the music in my ears, I took out my scratched camera and clicked my friend..He’s always proud, green and complex.


When I freezed:Picture 2

Oh this one was in Gokarna, housed in a well maintained garden of the smiling stranger with sacred thread strapped around, a pundit again,It had rained a few hours back calming the brutal humidity, no wonder the existence of the beach near-by, the little drop caught my attention in  a pleasing manner.I knelt down from the compound, tripsy on the edgy old steps of the next home,just before the fall I clicked !!and here it is, an amazing picture that brought me as a winner in a photography contest for environmental day in writers ezine!So again thanks to my scratched camera 🙂

Hence I love to freeze the moments and capture it’s beauty and purpose forever:)