Secret Solace

I closed my eyes letting the soft rays fall on my eyes, letting them fill me up with light. I stayed there for a while, soaking in the warmth. I felt free, my senses floating and brimming with joy.  My soul peaceful and nurtured. Opening my eyes I saw a beautiful setting sun.That round ball of orange filled my heart with joy. There is something magical about sunsets. The way skies are lit up with a golden glow. It is that time of the day when most of my important work is done and I can let my hair down and relax. I love sitting in my balcony and watch the sun go down. The warm colours of the setting sun and the stillness of the surrounding sky infuses wonder in my soul. Sunsets inspire me. As the day fades into the night, sunsets remind me there is promise of a new day. It's an opportunity to reset. No matter what my day has been like, good or bad, I get to see and enjoy the sunset every single day. I try taking out few minutes everyday to watch the sun go down, to witness the...

There it was. Sitting on my kitchen shelf. A small and brown one. Glancing upon the mug that I used during my college days, I reflected upon the fact that I have somehow managed to carry it with me till now. This mug of mine has traveled with me to all the cities I have lived in. Looking upon it, suddenly I felt the need to sip my evening tea from it.  So with it I sat in my balcony and spent the next few minutes gazing at the sky and birds with the warm fuzzy memories of my college life that my mug brought along with it. I remembered my friends, our evening tea parties and our endless gossips. The way we studied hard and our carefree laughs when we relaxed. Something dawned upon me then. I am emotionally attached to my mug. I have always been a tea lover. The ritual of making my own tea is a part of my comforting morning routine. To me it is the best way to give a kickstart to my busy day. Oh, what a feeling it is to greet the morning with a sense of warmth in my hands. And it fee...

 I had moved to Calcutta for 3 years.Being new to the city I was taking my time to adjust to the weather, people and pretty much everything in general. One day I was coming back to the place I had rented for myself. I was tired by a long day at work. As I dragged my tired feet into our society, I noticed two small girls holding the gate open for me saying "Come in, Come in fast".After I went inside they closed the gates back. I asked them what happened. They said they are protecting their society. Seeing that one of them was in a chatty mood I asked what her name was and where did she live. "Naisha," she said with the most amazing smile. "I live on 4th floor," she continued. "Oh, I live on 5th. Do come to my place sometime." "Ok," she said and we waved friendly goodbyes. An hour later I had showered and was comfortably snuggled in my bed with a book. Knock Knock! Someone was knocking at my door. "Who is it?", I asked. "It...

I always have loved flowers 🌸  🌼. I love them for the freshness and fragrance they bring along. I like styling flowers at home too. Recently I have been hunting for a ceramic vase. I like treating myself to freshly cut flowers sometimes and a ceramic vase would be perfect to celebrate their glory. Lately, I have been pondering. Why do I love flowers? Why does visiting a florist and picking flowers excite me so much? There is a childhood memory I hold dear to me. I studied in second standard at that time. My class teacher always encouraged us to go, pick flowers in our school garden. Every morning, before our classes started, I used to go to the garden at the back of my classroom and pick a few, freshly fallen flowers. I would gift them to my teacher everyday. She used to be delighted and thank me graciously. I guess that's when it started. My love affair with flowers. I still like picking flowers. Whenever I am visiting a florist, I take my sweet time to select them.I let my inst...

  A colour has a language of it's own. There are people who love warm colours (red,orange and yellow), then there are ones who love the cool ones(blue, green and purple). As for me, I am elated by a splash of any colour. I like white for the feeling of purity and innocence it provides, green for the feeling of healing, balance and good health.I have a liking for blue in particular as it brings along a sense of calmness, serenity, loyalty and truth.  Talking about purple..hmm..Wait a minute! Would you say it is fierce or do you think it signifies calm.Well, I would say both. It is a combination of red and blue afterall. Purple is a colour of rare occurrence in nature. Thus, for ages, it has been a symbol of royalty and luxury. Brown.What do you think of Brown? As I see it, brown is a lovely, natural,neutral one. Being the colour of earth it evokes a sense of being nurtured and comforted.  I love lavender, too, i...

Little girl sat on the beach Little girl wept a little She was heartbroken She looked at the broken shells in her hand She looked at them again She can't stop crying Little girl likes smiling She likes shining bright But looking down at those broken shells She can't stop crying She can't stop crying  Stop crying she will When she accepts When she forgets That she lost something beautiful She is grieving over her loss She likes grieving over her loss She is contemplating  She is waiting For the dark shades to pass For the sun to breakthrough again