fallen sunshine

Just taking a little break from my writing… 

there’s a [pause] where ought to be a surge of words, 

ideas seem stagnant and my fingers linger on the keyboard often. 

Makes me wonder if I can call myself a writer, really?

Words… I’m drawn to their sounds, marinate in their nuances, they move my heart,

carry my soul to a vast place of imagination, leave me inspired and in awe.
I’m vulnerable to its paradox of joy and deep sorrow.
I dream of stringing them into poems that takes over every living bit of me. 

Words, I find myself deeply in love with, yet am slow in weaving them.

As much as I admire versatility in other writers, I’m limited in mine.

And while they perform to their best under pressure, I acutely dislike deadlines. 

So much left to better, or rather, must I acknowledge the difference? 

Even with all my imperfections, 

I constantly dream… of moving other hearts to the music of [my] words. 

Someday, perhaps…

For now, I’ll let these bits of fallen sunshine fill my being and infuse me with their
divinely beautiful imperfections.

'She tucked them into the
fraying pocket of her white cotton apron,
little pieces of fallen sunshine.
He didn’t believe her when
she told him they were magic.
But she was sure she’d pocketed
enough sunshine to chase away
the grayest of days.
And surely there was magic in that.'

the lovely verse is borrowed from here

Off to sleep now… another imperfection!

a plea for prayer

Last December, during a day trip to Mumbai, I was introduced to a girl, who happens
to be a friend of our friend’s. I was told she admired my blog so much that she had

been looking forward to meet me someday. Although the thought of meeting an
admirer made me quite shy and perhaps even a bit nervous, I couldn’t have been
happier. We spent an hour or so talking about our interests and sharing on life.

Today as I recall that pleasant rendezvous, which still lingers fresh in my mind and

brings back happy memories, I am but left poignant…

In the early hours of this monday past, she met with a road accident and went into
coma with severe injuries all over her body.  

No words. Only sadness and heartache.

Her name is Charu Khandal and she’s a team lead at the animation studio with

Red Chillies. The accident happened while she was returning home after celebrating

her national award win for special effects for the movie RA One.

While she is out of coma now, she’s still said to be very critical.

I’d like to request you to kindly remember her in your prayers…   

The firangipani flower in the captures here is from a plant we had initially bought to
beautify the balcony we had at our previous house. Last summer, once we shifted to
this house, which does not have a balcony, I was tempted to bring this beautiful plant,
abundant with fragrant blossoms, inside. An obvious mistake. In a few days,
flowers stopped blooming and even its leaves dwindled. Although we transferred it
back outside onto our railing, there’s never been a flower on it. I was heartbroken.
Still, I kept watering the plant religiously. After one long year, now along with the
coming of summer, there are little buds sprouting out of its bare branches. 

Immense joy. 

This is our first flower… tenderly dedicated to Charu. 

A symbol of hope and resurrection…

vortex of beauty... color

…of ancient temples and holy rituals
of mythological tales and enigmatic wadas
of blacks, whites and in-between grays
of thousand splendid forget-me-not hues  
of wrinkles in the fabric of time and its natives…

the old city of Nashik 

captured on a sunday morning

Wadas are traditionally built Maharashtrian homes

vortex of beauty... sepia

…of ancient temples and holy rituals
of mythological tales and enigmatic wadas
of blacks, whites and in-between grays
of thousand splendid forget-me-not hues  
of wrinkles in the fabric of time and its natives…

the old city of Nashik

captured on a sunday morning

Wadas are traditionally built Maharashtrian homes

vortex of beauty... black and white

…of ancient temples and holy rituals
of mythological tales and enigmatic wadas
of blacks, whites and in-between grays
of thousand splendid forget-me-not hues  
of wrinkles in the fabric of time and its natives...

the old city of Nashik

 

captured on a sunday morning

Wadas are traditionally-built Maharashtrian homes

i'm deeply touched...

Someone’s just made my day! 

A few minutes ago, I saw a delightful surprise waiting for me in my mailbox.

A huge thank you to you dear Debra at The Bungalow  for so generously featuring my home at your
blog today. What a privilege!

Debra assembles beautiful and practical inspirations of all things creative, especially home decor
from around the globe and shares it with her ardent readers at her lovely and resourceful blog
 The Bungalow. Her belief that decorating a home stylishly doesn't have to be expensive is one that

positively strikes a chord with my own philosophy.

This is my first time being featured. So thank you very much Debra! 

Your kindness is beyond words beautiful. 

I’m deeply touched. 

Please visit here, if you’ve got a minute. Your presence shall be very encouraging. 

And be sure to explore around for some interesting creative stimulation.

you...

'At the start of our together you were the prelude 

to a vast orchestration. At the end of it all you will have been 

the most profound and enduring music of my life.'

Mary Anne Radmacher

Yesterday…  

a quiet celebration ~ taste of chocolate ~ smiles and embraces

 ~ pleasant evening spent sharing the everyday ~ a full moon on the horizon ~ 

nippy weather ~ slurping golgappas ~ coming home to a warm nest 

~ content hearts ~ thanksgiving ~

 

...little memories added to the memoir of our love story

Happy birthday, my Soulmate!

the bedroom

Sweet mess of linen ~ whispering curtains ~ and overhead, a talisman...
In here, my soul’s forever ready for dreams…

The bedroom, last of the tour in ‘my nest’ series

The rod iron bed is a wedding gift from some of our friends

Inspired by this beautiful creation and this, the dreamcatcher was mine and my husband’s
cherished handmade token to each other this valentine’s. Instead of feathers or beads that are
habitually used in making a dreamcatcher, we put together vintage paper butterflies and
wire-crafted star, moon, angel and a heart.

I simply love how they look fluttering in the breeze and with my fairy lights.

Here’s a glimpse of our bed before the dreamcatcher. The old wooden chest is one of our pride
second-hand buys. It’s still left untouched with the original muted grayish-green paint it came in;
think it only adds to the charm. 

Details on the bedside table: the black shabby wooden frame, my mother-in-law passed on to me,
looks so in-harmony sitting with our b&w picture; taken 3 years ago. 

There, we’re done with my home tour! 

This has been truly special for me.

Although there’s not a single thing: gorgeous or luxurious, in my whole house to swoon over;
I’ve shared my little nest with all of you here hoping that this might - if only a bit – tell you the
story of my [love] towards it and make your viewing, a pleasant one.

Thank you.

For those who’ve missed, here’s the living room and the kitchen.

the kitchen

cherished cookbooks... an handmade journal... vintage paper bunting...

 aluminum kettle...

 

favorite white apron...

some cheery flowers and greens...

...in the corners of my kitchen

"The homemaker has the ultimate career. All other careers exist for one purpose only and that is to
support the ultimate career." 

C.S. Lewis

Here's the living room and the bedroom