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Sunday, September 14, 2025

Coloring for the soul

Alexa creating an ambience of warmth and flow,  playing my liked songs....

I wrapup the artwork with the song - are you with me ๐Ÿ’ 

The whole intention was for me to allow the flow and it all started with the brown stroke, then directions, layers, color balancing or enhancing, fill or patterns, illusions of different objects in that small piece of paper, visible at the rotation. 

It was not all smooth linear flow...but zooming in and out of the art and emotions. The songs that played were playing with my emotions and those emotions will take me to memories and the colors will bring me back, or create new stories for me to focus on...

I don't know what others see in it, I see a Shivling, an Elephant, a Bird, a intentional heart and at some places it's just colors depicting a meaning, a presence of an element.

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Thank you for a blessed day God.๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒธ

Saturday, September 13, 2025

The friends I met

 Almost fifteen days back I signed up for a GoNature session on YouTube which was just for a nominal fee of forty seven rupees :).

And the session turned out to be four hours and an eye opener. At the end of session, we had to instantly make a decision to signup for the master  classes which is a commitment for almost a few months and two days as the all day session. 

I don't know what actually transpired for me to get into that and it all felt as if a deep longing to be a doctor or cure people or help eradicate the dependency of humans on medicines actually was infront of me... MAGIC or the power of intention?

The course talks about everything in everyway, my core beliefs system on healing from the nature and it not just speaks from experience but from facts too.

Well, a part my assignment was to spend time in nature and connect with the magnatic field of Earth for which I shall take 30mins barefoot walk on mud (not cement or concrete).

Yesterday, I was feeling burnout at work, I took a late login and pushed myself out of bed to stick to a promise I made to myself, the night before i.e. we will ditch work thoughts and go for a nature treat and I will get a reward of delicious hot idli chutney ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿฅฐ.

Then what! I went to the nearby lake temple and it has a cricket pitch where I took solo walks barefoot, even though I had some apprehensions about the land - if it is manmade (filled) or natural. But I do remember that in the past, when the park was being constructed, mud was filled into it. Well, I  told myself to trust mother earth and that even if it's mud it's under the sky and in coexistence with the elements of earth.

I kept walking and I met some precious beings which lightened my heart with immense joy and this post is dedicated to them :)

1. There was a wooden ply, rotting and next to it was a beautiful black mushroom standing alone and had a lovely white outer lining...and I loved the grace and beauty of the creator and how vibrant it was ...all on its own. (May be I see a piece of myself in everything lone :p)

2. A local breed of dog was there and looked like it was his usuall place to sleep...and as I walked past it,  it getstured towards me and I felt to sit next to it and stoke it's head and it slowly slided into a calm sleep. I so loved that feeling of belonging that I felt with it;)

3. The most precious of all was a tiny tortoise ๐Ÿข, the BEST Surprise ๐Ÿ˜ป! I first touched it's shell and it stopped. I lifted it in my hand and adored it...I wanted to jump out of joy because at that moment I felt like bringing it home... to live with me to be my partner in crime, to grow old together...;) but no...I restrained from that wishful thinking.

The baby was looking at me with the pulled back neck and popping eyes, I then stroked it's stomach and it froze (I feel sorry). I tenderly, in my heart told it, you are safe and you are loved. I then touched it's one arm and it pulled it back ..and then the other...I laughed at it's shyness and sensitivity. But I never felt that much love and joy flowing through me that I felt when I saw this baby tiny creature - also walking barefoot on ground. 

4. since I wasn't able to contain the excitement, I went towards the edge of that piece of land and sat at one of the corner stone, next to another girl who later became a friend and we spoke for almost an hour. She was a yoga teacher who specialized in  prenatal therapies. We connected so well and I was transported in a different world. 

She looked exactly like one of my childhood friend who I use to consider as my bff :)

I left the torty baby on the ground and bid good bye to it too. I know sometimes we love something or someone so much but leaving them in their own journey is best we could do for their well-being (I guess...).

Then the yoga trainer and I both walked, we exchanged numbers and bid a good bye.

It was a magical moment of my day. Ty Maa (mother earth)

๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿฆš




Tuesday, September 9, 2025

เค˜เคฐ เค•ी เคฏाเคฆ

เคฎेเคฐे เค˜เคฐ เค•ी เคฏाเคฆ เค†เคจा, เคฏे เค†เคœ เค•เคฒ เคฐोเฅ› เคฐोเคœ़ เค•ा เคŸॉเคชिเค• เคฌเคจ เค—เคฏा เคนै। เค•เคญी เค˜เคฌเคฐाเคนเคŸ, เค•เคญी เค…เค•ेเคฒा เคชเคจ, เค•เคญी เคเค• เค†เคถा เคฌांเคงเคจे เคตाเคฒा เค•ोเคˆ, เคฏा เค•เคญी เคธिเคฐ्เคซ เคเค• เคญूเค–ा เคชेเคŸ เค”เคฐ เคฅเค•ी เคนुเคˆ เค†ंเค–े, เค•เคญी เคถเคนเคฐों เค•ी เค…ंเคงा- เคงुเคจ เคญाเค—เคฆौเคก़ เค•े เคฌीเคš, เค‰เคธ เค…ंเคœाเคจ เค–ाเคฎोเคถी เค”เคฐ เคฌेเคชเคฐเคตाเคน เคฒोเค—ों เค•ी เคญीเคก़ เค•े เคฌीเคš, เคตो เค—ांเคต เค•ा เคธुเค–, เคถांเคคि เค”เคฐ เคเค• เค…เคชเคจाเคชเคจ...เคฌเคนुเคค เคฏाเคฆ เค†เคคा เคนै เคฎुเคे เค…เคชเคจा เค˜เคฐ।

เคถเคนเคฐ เค•ी เคจौเค•เคฐी, เค–เคฐ्เคšा เค‰เค เคคी เคนै เคฎेเคฐा เค”เคฐ เคœिंเคฆเค—ी เค•ो เคเค• เคฎเค•เคธเคฆ เคฏा เคชเคนเคšाเคจ เคฆेเคคी เคนैं, เค•เคนीं เค…ंเคคเคฐ เคฎเคจ เค•ी เค—เคนเคฐाเคˆ เคฎें, เคœเคนां เคฎुเคे เค–ुเคฆ เคจเคนीं เคชเคคा เคฎेเคฐी เคœिंเคฆเค—ी เค•ी เคฐाเคน, เคเค• เคฆिเคถा เคธी เคฆिเค–ाเคˆ เคฆेเคคी เคนै เคฎुเคे।

เคชूเค›เคคी เคนूं เค…เคชเคจे เค†เคชเคธे, เค•्เคฏा เคนोเคคा เคนै เคฏे เค˜เคฐ เค”เคฐ เค•्เคฏों เคฏाเคฆ เค†เคคा เคนै เคฏे; เค†เคœเค•เคฒ เคฆिเคจเคญเคฐ। 

เคถाเคฏเคฆ, เค˜เคฐ เค•े เคฌเคข़ो เค•ा เค†เคธ เคชाเคธ เคนोเคจा, เคเค• เคเคนเคธाเคธ เค•ि - เคนूँ เคฎें เคฎเคนเคซूเคœ़ เคเค• เคธाเคं เคฎें...เคฌिเคจा เค•ोเคˆ เคฒेเคจเคฆेเคจ เค•े, เคฌเคธ เคช्เคฏाเคฐ เค•े เคชाเคฒเคจे เคฎें, เคเค• เคชเคฐी, เคเค• เคฌเคฆเคฎाเคถ เคฌเคš्เคšी, เคเค• เคšुเคฒเคฌुเคฒी เคšंเคšเคฒ เคธी เคœाเคจ, เคเค• เคšौเคฐाเคนा เคœเคนां เค›ोเคŸे เค”เคฐ เคฌเคก़े เคœीเคตเคจ เค•ी เคจเคตीเคจเคคा เค•ो เคฌเคฏाเคจ เค•เคฐเคคे เคนै, เคœाเคจเคคे เคนै, เคธเคฎเคเคคे เคนै, เคเค• เค…เคจเคœाเคจे เคชเคจ เคธे เคธाเคฅ เคฎें เค†เค—เคฎเคจ เค•เคฐเคคे เคนै।

เค˜เคฐ เคตเคนी เคนोเคคा เคนै เคถाเคฏเคฆ เคœเคนां เคฎें เคฌเคก़ी เคนुเคˆ, เคœैเคธी เคฅी เคตैเคธी เคนी เคฐเคนी : เคฌेเคฌाเค•, เค…เคฒ्เคนเคก़ เค”เคฐ เคเค• เคฒเคก़ाเค•ू เคธी, เค”เคฐ เคœिเคจ เคฒोเค—ों เค•े เคฌीเคš เคฌเคข़ी เคชเคฒी เค‰เคจ्เคนोंเคจे เคฎुเคे เค–िเคฒเคจे เคฆिเคฏा, เคเค• เคชुเคท्เคช เค•ी เคคเคฐเคน...เคงीเคฐे เคงीเคฐे, เค‰เค—เคคे เคธूเคฐเคœ เค•ी เคฒाเคฒिเคฎा เค•े เคธाเคฅ เค”เคฐ เคถ्เคฏाเคฎ เค•े เคšांเคฆ เค•ी เคถीเคคเคฒ เค›ांเคต เคฎें।

เค‰เคฒเคเคคे, เคธुเคฒเคเคคे, เคฌเคข़เคคे, เคฌुเคเคคे, เคœिเคจ्เคฆเค—ी เค•े เคนเคฐ เคเค• เคฎोเคก เคชे เคฌเคธ เคšเคฒเคคे เคฐเคนเคคे। 


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Missing my home has become a daily topic these days. Sometimes it's anxiety, sometimes loneliness, sometimes someone who gives me hope, or sometimes just a hungry stomach and tired eyes. In the midst of the crazy hustle of cities, among the unknown silence and the crowd of carefree people, I really miss the peace, tranquility, and a sense of belonging of my village.

The city job pays my expenses and gives my life a purpose or an identity. Somewhere deep down, where I myself don't know the path of my life, it shows me a direction.

I ask myself, what is this "home" and why do I miss it so much these days?

Perhaps, it's the feeling of being surrounded by the elders of the house—a feeling that I am safe under their shade, without any give and take, just in the cradle of love. An angel, a mischievous girl, a lively and restless soul, a crossroads where the young and old talk about, know, and understand the newness of life, and arrive at it together from a place of unfamiliarity.


Perhaps home is where I grew up and stayed just as I was: outspoken, carefree, and a bit of a fighter. And the people I grew up with let me bloom like a flower, slowly, with the redness of the rising sun and in the cool shade of the evening moon.


Entangling, unraveling, growing, and fading—at every turn of life, we just keep going.




Friday, September 5, 2025

Joy of bloom

Waking up to the blooming flowers instantly lightens my heart and brings a smile to my face. There's a certain magic to them, and this morning was a triple dose of it.

Three partially bloomed, cone-shaped buds seemed to be soaking up the sun, their soft color - a gentle gift that will fade with the day.

I feel so grateful for this fleeting glimpse of their beauty.



Wednesday, September 3, 2025

An ode to Friendships

Two young boys, one taller (early teens), in white shirt and blue half pants...walking. The taller one balancing the cycle with his left hand and another hand around the neck of younger boy, walking on an over bridge which was empty but they were enjoying the high-rise view...

It was around seven in the evening and I too was on that bridge but was on my two wheeler...my buddy. 

The road ahead of me was empty and this glimpse of the two boys caught my attention and stuck a chord in my heart. 

They say - energy travellers faster and there was some deeply grounding energy on the way those two boys were being in their own selves and  casually walking over the bridge and adoring the high-rise etc contrarily the underpass was heavily jammed from the corporate mass returning from work. But I was returning from a therapy, of that of shopping, at a Fab sale ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’ช.

I love that brand, the fabric and how they have restored the core of Indian Fabrics...but offcourse, I find it hard to convince myself to buy them at MRP and hence the sale purchase. I got a few great deal for two khadi cotton Kurtas for Dad and one for myself. I loved them all and was greatly satisfied with this long ride on a busy day both at work and on roads...infact I have somewhere withdrawn from stepping out alone, like this, that too on a rainy evening. Thankfully the weather was kind and it poured before and after my ride.

When I saw the two boys, and rode past them, something of my heart was left with them, that imagery which my heart captured stirred something deep, the feelings it invoked, my heart was beating faster and tears started to swell in my eyes. I wondered what just happened!

A little ahead, at a signal, I distracted myself and asked what happened - Tan? Is there anything that triggered you? And all I could feel was the loss, a deep loss and a friend missing by my side, in my life. 

It hurt deeply to realize - when I look back, I don't remember when was the last time I would have taken such a walk with a friend..such carefree walk with dreams and aspirations, within the warm embrace of that safe space where, so called - My world would have resided and breathed easy. And what a place in the world! No fancy eateries, malls, coffee shops or even parks, but - a random overbridge. One that I think was empty to behold and allow the grace of such precious moments taking place, of theses teens lives, definately not on a week day...never!

And the simplicity of that walk! Stole my heart.

Those two were in slippers (although AI couldn't capture those details in my instructions for recreation that image) ...and surely I couldn't have stopped, mid way in the bridge to take a snap....or maybe I could have but didn't want to jinx the Beauty of that moment which was so safe in the seer beauty of the creator. 


I couldn't hold my tears as I wrote this and I again realised how deeply I was touched and how our feelings surfaces when we least expect them. 

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A deep admiration and love for beautiful friendships or brotherhood ๐Ÿ’

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Today also marks as my sixth year at work... although I am numb to such numbers, I do reflect at the journey. Ty God.