Secret Solace

Everything you dreamt of Seemed like fading away when you woke up today The feel of it Left you in despair But, Can you keep quiet for a while and listen to what this moment is trying to tell you Can you try to listen what this moment is singing about Will you listen to me If I tell you that  This could still be the time of your dreams Will you try to look at it Through my eyes As the days changed the seasons changed You can't find what you thought you would find  You are wondering where is it which you were searching  I know it disappoints you It frazzles your nerves  But, Will you listen to me  If I tell you that What you are trying to find  Might be just beyond the horizon  That you might finally find it If you wait a little longer Will you try to look at it  Through my eyes You think you worked hard Your feet ached with the long walking in the scorching sun Your throat burned with thirst Will you listen to me  If I tell you that  Eve...

When I sing when there is silence I know I am happy When I catch myself smiling in solitude I know I am happy When I don't rush to light a candle when it's dark When I wait for good things to come I know I am happy When I let the winds whisper to me When I let my dreams disturb me I know I am happy For, When my words stop sitting on my lips And flow fearlessly  When the shadows dance with my heart When my eyes rest on the blooming flowers I know happiness has found me

There is water all around, and mud too But there is light at a distance Let me try to go towards it Said so, A lotus As it kept growing and blossoming Fighting the mud and the water It bloomed with radiance Unstained by the muddy pond Only the morning dew touched it Adorning the delicate petals With tiny fresh water droplets Which shone like tiny pearls The birds flew by Looking at the petals blush with tender grace Admiring the lotus's purity and inner strength Its ability to trust in the light And grow through the mud

The rain arrived. Unannounced. It started pouring as if the skies had given away suddenly.  The steady rhythm of raindrops danced on my window sill. The pitter patter tugged at my spirit and drew my attention to the window. It was grey and dim outside. The trees and plants were bathing in the rain. The grass on the meadow was drenched in the rainfall. The water drops had found their way and come together in the tiny streams of water flowing down the roads.  The occasional thunder growled and the lightning sparked, painting the grey skies with white streaks of light. The flowers and leaves were swaying in the wind, free and elated.  The rain called for a pause. Slowly I was drawn in the rhythm of the rain. I sat down and lit a candle by the window for light and warmth.  I looked upon the soft glow of the candle wrapped up by the light and shine, the aroma of it hugging me like a warm blanket.  I felt like writing something. So I thought putting on some music like...

I don't like mehendi all that much. I mean it's ok to have it done sometimes. But I don't love it the way all my friends do. But I am a woman. I am supposed to like it right? Lets go over the steps. First I need to sit for an hour while the intricate designs are drawn on my hand. The art is good to look at and the fragrance of mehendi too. But c'mon I need to sit with my hands still for 1 hour and then another 2 hours for it to dry. What am I supposed to do with both my hands tied. I start feeling so restless that I almost wash it off everytime before time. I remember my elder cousin's wedding for which the elders in my family had made me sit for mehendi. Everyone was so happy. I felt so restless I kept moving my feet around. But the thing is I couldn't speak about my discomfort. What if they label me as an outcast in the family? An outlier would be more stylish. Anyways. The thing is I have never quite enjoyed mehendi since then. It's nice to have it done o...

27 dresses is a good movie. My best friend in college suggested it to me. I liked it a lot and have watched it many times since then. I like the storyline which goes on with a light-hearted humor. Jane is a kind woman who likes helping people celebrate their weddings. She has been a bridesmaid 27 times and feels happy helping brides on their most important day. Jane meets Kevin, a newspaper writer whose outlook on love is very different from hers.  Kevin soon finds out that Jane is a hopeless romantic who believes deeply in weddings and sacrifices her own needs for others. Kevin on the other hand is cynical about weddings and sees many of them as performances rather than genuine expressions of love. At one point Kevin goes to Jane's home and sees her closet filled with the 27 bridesmaid dresses she has worn over the years. He questions it. He asks her why had she filled the big closet with the bridesmaid dresses.  That day Jane confessed to Kevin that maybe a day will come whe...

This is about the time when my son joined Nursery, the first year of kindergarten. We were supposed to attend the Orientation session after which we went to meet the class teacher. Ms Sandhya welcomed us. She briefed us about the academic and co curricular activities of the year. After finishing up she happened to mention "Please don't expect the tiffin boxes to be finished in this first month of school. I can't force kids to eat especially in the initial few days." This thing stayed with me. It wasn't just about what she said. It was about how she said it. The tenderness in her voice while she said it hit different.  On the first 3 days of school we were supposed to sit in the nearby classroom till the kids finished school. That time was used to brief parents about school activities. There were various talks by the nursery coordinator, school counselor and special educators. When kids' dispersal started, mam was calling out names of the kids so that parents c...