This beautiful flower on the creeper in my balcony
What could be more distracting than the royal queen aka stray cat lazily lounging on the wall or so shiny eggs in my garden
These rays of humanity
These beautiful images from a monastery in Mcleodganj
The first attempt at cake baking by my daughters-most shiny moment
Textures are all around us
Just take a minute and look around
Be Amazed!
The best textures are natural
SavorSavor each day of your life and enjoy it to the full. Because days gone never come back.
Especially the days of childhood. How special they are
So
“Rona dhona band karo aur poore josh se har din jiyo”
via Photo Challenge: Transient
What is not transient in life. Ever moment every thing Even Life itself is.
So Enjoy and live
These first baking experiments by my daughters
The Serenity, The tranquility and then the chattering and beauty of the fishes..during my different travels
“Perhaps it (Story) was why, it changed with each telling. Or is that the nature of all stories, the reason for their power?”
This quote from the book is my favourite.
Ive loved this retelling of the much written about story which almost every Indian kid knows. This perspective is a first one and its awesome.
After a long time Ive read such on book which has made me cry at failures of the protagonist, gloat with vain pride, laugh at her triumphs. Here the woman is neither a saint nor a sinner but just a woman, a human with all emotions and feelings and secret desires of a woman’s heart, She chaste shes jealous shes angry shes supportive and vengeful as the situations arises and strong when required.
This is a book that I recommend everyone should read whether you know the story of Mahabharat or not. In fact ive recommended it to both my daughters.
Evanescent in Hindi is Kshanabhangur (Kshana means moment and Bhangur means destructible)
I have found that everything in life is not permanent ..somethings are evanescent and others linger for sometime and then…whooosh just gone.
What remains is what we make of those moments,,the memories we retain..of our children’s growing up, of our parents and grandparents growing old and them some of the loved ones passing away ,,where..
If we try..the beauty of those moments can enrich our life
Like this flat beans flowers  and the chocolava cake baked by my daughters which made cry happy tears on realising they had grown up
Then there is this beautiful moment while on a trip to Mcleodganj
The Boy from Pataliputra by Rahul Mitra
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
A gripping book with a racy narrative. The story of transformation of a brat to a revenge seeker to a responsible adult and finally a nationalist hooks you. The turbulent times are aptly described and you get the feeling this story is part of the history of those times interwoven with real events. A must read.
A good book from a debut writer. Would look forward to more of his work
Mountains on one side and Ocean on the other
Forests and Desert coexist in the same land
Snow and Heat wave running wild
Thats India
