Wednesday, 23 October 2013

"What will survive of us is love." -Philip Larkin

Today I want to write a story, the story that is magical and sublime, the one which blends in your blood and mingles in your breath and reaches the heart where your hushed dreams live.

The one which makes you believe that some people are meant to be, against all odds and some promises are for keeps, forever and always.

Today I want to write a story, the story of silence of the stars and the night and the crescent moon, a silence that soothes and heals.

A story that is profound like the sea, and incessantly moving like the waves. The story of a girl with brown eyes and salty air in her hair and a boy with curly hair, collecting seashells for her.

Today I want to write a story, the story about life as I would have loved to know it, like a canvas of Picasso, which was destined to be a masterpiece.

The one which would be beyond the ideas of wrong doing and right doing, would be emancipated, carefree and yet momentous.

Today I want to write a story about how many times the love is defined and still no word in the universe is ever able to define it.

The Love that is flawed yet pure, abundant yet wanting, stronger than the world’s conviction.

Love that becomes one with life and soul…. The one, which is eternal and infinite…

Friday, 13 September 2013

I'm a woman. phenomenally.

They ask for the dowry then for respect they yearn,
I try not to mind, but what breaks me more is their unconcern.

They raise their hand if their ego burn,
And expect I must not raise the voice in turn.

They say I must dress or behave in a certain way,
And at night in my house I must stay,

They say it's my fault if someone rapes,
They give to the truth a distorted shape,

It's sad to know certain things doesn't change,
And to live in such society I am beyond words ashamed,

But I am no more helpless neither want to play blame game,
I will raise my head and voice to be the much needed change.

P.S.: Though the heroes need not be proclaimed & the stuff that they are made of will not be any less without recognition, this is a small effort to pay tribute to the forgotten unsung heroes - The women of today.

Sunday, 8 September 2013

As it was!

The smell of trees and salt and smoke,
Of childhood days,
Of the days spent collecting seashells and writing the name on damp sand
Of watching the sky meeting the sea and the big orange ball of the sun sinking in water slowly taking away crimson color with it,
Of the days spent chasing butterflies in the park,
Of the walks on pavement holding hands of parents
Of being swung high into the air and squealing with laughter, begging for more
Of playing hide-and-seek and scared to go to vacant house because someone said it was haunted
Of delight on seeing the favourite sweet dish on dinner table,
Of taking handful of chocolates on finding a packet by chance,
Of dancing in the rain and playing with little umbrella
Of crying over scrapped knees and wounds which never hurt.
Of crayons and color books
Of running with pinwheels and kites
Of innocence and carefree giggles
Of pure love and life :-)

There are no days more full than those we go back to
-  Colum McCann, Zoli.

Friday, 30 August 2013

Because you are not a realist, if you don't believe in MIRACLES :-)

Some unfulfilled dreams, a handful of hope, a leap of faith, a chance to tomorrow, Unwavering faith, faith that moves mountains, silence that speaks a thousand words, just the right amount of light that doesn't hurt eyes, some innocent get-rid-of-the pain cries, a smile that defines happiness, stories that take us away along with them, stories that we will cherish while we tell, the kind of trust which is hard to gain, the kindness that heals all pain, the laughter that is contagious, love that is no less than madness, love that is meant to be forever.

Come what may I will cling on to them.

Saturday, 17 August 2013

A life with you....

A life with you will be like a rainbow stretching over a stream,
So exquisite beauteous and serene.

Life with you will be like the eyes of a bride,
Copiously filled with gratification and delight.

Life with you will be like directions of a guide,
So much veracious and completely right.

Life with you will be like d moon at night,
So much alluring and charmingly bright.

Life with you will be like a cup of tea,
Full of flavour and rejuvenating.

Life with you will be oceanic like the sea,
The spell bounding beauty and vivaciously tranquil.

Life with you will be like the love for ever,
Utterly beautiful, undefiled, and adorable.

Saturday, 3 August 2013

The maze of my stargaze *^_^*

Lets borrow some beautiful innocent dreams from the castles of sand.
Some unsaid but unforgettable stories that some traveller lived far away from home.
Some twinkling light from fireflies that never fades, we shall preserve it in our eyes. Okay?
Lets borrow the smile from that carefree shepherd sleeping under the banyan tree.
The loud calmness of that waterfall,

The music of early morning prayers in temples during winter.
Lets borrow a tear of a concern from the eyes of a lady whose man left her to fight for his motherland.
The warmness of bear hug and oversized sweaters.
Lets borrow those innocent lies that never hurt.
Lets borrow the smell of rain after first showers of rain, lets wear it as a perfume forever.
Lets borrow the pride and happiness of a winner. We will flaunt it with the twinkle in our eyes.
Lets borrow the story that meant for life long and then another story that is a bit longer...

Thursday, 25 July 2013

The Perfect Road Trip!

I am not an avid traveller, but at times, twice or thrice in a year I love to tear myself away from the monotonous routine and never ending responsibilities and get away to the places where I can gather the impetus and drive to start the same routine anew and afresh with added zeal and vehemence. I utterly agree to what Hilaire Belloc said: “We wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment” So I travel when I am lost and I often find myself during the journey

Last weekend on 20th July 2013 I went to a road trip to Saputara a hill station on the border of Maharashtra and Gujarat state accompanied by my five friends and luckily it turned out to be another memorable trip I will cherish forever. This picturesque hill station is perched on a plateau in the Dang forest area of the Sahyadri range. Our trip to Saputara commenced at 4.30 a.m. and we set off to travel the distance of 400 Km. from Ahmedabad, savoring the whiff of wet sand in drizzling atmosphere on the NH No. 8 listening and humming the tunes of our favourite songs and the random chit chat. We took a halt for half an hour to grab a quick cuppa chai and breakfast at around 8 a.m. between Surat and Navsari. The scenic beauty of hilly road towards the Dang forest area after Navsari is so spectacular with lush green hills as far as the eye can see, beautiful waterfalls far and near along the roadside, small huts mostly made of bamboos and green fields with grazing animals, that its serene exquisiteness enchanted us till we reached our destination – Saputara, at around 12.30 p.m.
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Saputara means the 'Abode of Serpents’ although the only thing I found serpentine enough here were the roads. It’s a tranquil landscape laden with lush green hills covered with clouds and mist during monsoons. The continuous drizzle and gusty winds which started some time early in the morning continued as we relished the delicious Gujarati thali at restaurant of our resort. Nonetheless, after lunch we decided to go to saputara tribal museum and saputara lake boat house. The population of the Dangs, where Saputara is located, is 90% tribal and the museum gives an introduction to the lifestyle, costumes, heritage and ecology of the tribal Dangs. It is worth visiting to learn about many major forms of tribal expression such as metal ornaments, stuffed birds, woodcarving, clay ritual objects, geru paintings, body tattoos, and masks used in dance-dramas, and musical instruments. In the early evening when the rains subsided we went to saputara lake for boating. The pristine beauty of Saputara lake surrounded by greenery makes it pleasurable to sail in the lake in a row or paddle boat. We took a paddle boat and enjoyed half an hour ride amidst fog and icy winds feasting our eyes with pleasant view surrounding the lake. We then visited Rose Garden, as the name suggests, it is a spectacular garden with many variety of Roses. Step Garden is a garden set up in steps. On the steps are laid beautiful plants and flower pots. Another garden is Lake Garden on the banks of Saputara Lake, which is an excellent picnic spot. All these gardens adds to the beauty of Saputara. Later that evening we rode to the governor’s hill table top, but the clouds and mist covered the valley obscuring the view except that we could see the entire expanse of Table Top with bhutta (Corn) vendors, a couple of tea stalls and horses/camels for rides. On return we had our dinner and sat till late in the balcony enjoying the beautiful weather.

Next morning I went for a walk on the docile roads and after days or maybe months I enjoyed walking and the sheer joy of being in nature and by myself. Later that afternoon we left for Ahmedabad. We took a halt of an hour at Gira falls which is a beautiful waterfall 52 Km. from Saputara on the way to Ahmedabad. The monsoon rains add the magical touch to the beauty of Gira falls. 

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And, then we continued our trip back to Ahmedabad. The road trip to this not too commercialized place inhabited by hard-working and warm hearted tribal is one of my most memorable road trips – A perfect road trip :-) 

This post is written as a part of 'The Perfect Road Trip' contest at IndiBlogger in association with AmbiPurIndia

Monday, 1 July 2013


All that matters is you stand up high,
For all those things that people just cry.

All that matters is that you start the change,
Though you are alone and it seems a bit strange.

All that matters is you feel the pain,
Though it's not yours and nothing you will gain.

All that matters are the values you hold,
The only thing you truly own young or old.

All that matters is you do your li'l bit,
Though it would not change the world at-least it would help to save it. :-)

This post is written as a part of 'All that Matters' contest at in association with INK Talks 2013.

Monday, 13 May 2013


For those whom we remember with a smile and a tear,
For those who left us during an unexpected turn of our life only to live in our memories forever.
For those whom we loved and lost,
For those who held us when we were about to fall,
For those seasons when we smiled in the rain,
For those whose voice was our music,
For those whom we loved unconditionally,
For those whom life snatched from us heartlessly,
For those who were never ever ours,
For love life and happiness.
For memories and reveries.
For our dreams and beliefs forever and always. :-) :-)

Tuesday, 7 May 2013

FoReVer :-)

At the horizon where the earth meet skies,
Under the pouring waters of the darkest clouds where the children splash water and giggle and play,
On the terrace on a beautiful starry night when the moon shines with all its might and our moon lit faces glow bright,
On a serene and quiet avenue where the shades of trees soothe our spirits,
On a powder white sand, besides a turquoise blue sea, not another soul in sight and loud waves moving seamlessly against one another drenching our soul,
On a cloudy day while driving on a highway, savoring the whiff of wet sand, while music fills our heart and we hum the tunes of our favorite songs,
On a silent evening on a little grassy hill when the sun spreads multitude of colours purple, crimson, blue and yellow,
Where the heaven falls,
When the day illuminates the night, When the stars shine bright and the waves rise high to reconcile with the sky
We will hold each other and walk together on the paths of life to watch this happen eternally and forever. :-) :-)