Life stories

Crow’s Two Cents

There was a light drizzle in the afternoon today, I stepped out on the balcony and streched out my arms to feel the tiny drops falling from the sky. While I was enjoying the light showers, I noticed an unusual rustle in between the dense green branches of the mango tree. I stared at the shivering branches. A few moments later, out of the dense dark leaves came a horrified crow cawing loudly and flapping away for his life. As I began to wonder about why it was so worried, I saw a snake fall down from the tree. Crow must have realised the danger and flew off for life. I stood there feeling sorry for him.

All of us, at some point in our lives are in crow – snake situations. We are told to fight, to win and accept challenges. Yes, it’s all good as motivation but in life we don’t have to fight all the dangers, few are best escaped. Not all dangers are challenges and not all challenges are to be pursued. Not all battles are worth fighting for, so you choose your battles wisely.

And, what you choose to fight for, never back down!



Until a few months back if someone had asked me what would make me really happy – my stereotypical answer with certitude would have been around my success at work or a purchase of a bigger house or world travel.

Having spent the last four months at home, adapting to a simple lifestyle with no shopping, parties, restaurants, travel and even office, definition of the recipe of happiness has changed.

Things which were invisible earlier in the rush of time, seemed to start appearing vividly. Eyes got aquainted to empty roads and ears to silence. The silence was broken only by light whispers of nature – through birds, trees, wind, thunderstorm and bees.

Sparrows perched at my kitchen window
Beautiful dragonfly

The way one needs to lower the noise of thoughts to hear the inner voice, in the same way, the silence and softness around me has drawn me close to the earlier unseen and unfelt. I was so submerged in my chaos that the conspicuous hid right at plain sight.

I have learnt to appreciate the silence which has brought me closer to the little things in life and these little things have begun to derive happiness for me.


Haiku: The Two!

Shiny eyes in cold breeze,
She sings, he sings back for her
Wings flap to be together.

Little things

Little things: A string of ducks

As we live in yet another month during this pandemic, I like many others have connected with mother nature in more than one way. This time is slow with limited mobility and socializing. So, a few days back we drove to a nearby lake before the break of dawn. We sat their on the rocks and quietly listened to the cool morning breeze, the chirping of birds and drizzle.

We walked around the lake and I spotted a string of stunning white ducks feasting on the green grass around the lake. This seemed like a huge family of grandparents, parents and grandkids. I tiptoed towards them and quietly stood a few yards from them. They didn’t seem to be bothered by my presence, so I tiptoed a little closer and then, more. The ducks became aware of my presence and started moving towards the lake. I sat down where I was and then moved a little closer as they engrossed themselves in feasting. I think they realised that I was not a threat and became comfortable around me. While eventually a few of them got into water, many were still around me. I somehow, without much trying gained their trust.

How wonderful would it be to gain trust of the other inhabitants of Earth whom we exploit for our selfish desires?

Let’s be a little less selfish 🙂


Baby steps: Photography adventures

Lately, I started my photography adventure with my basic DSLR camera on manual mode. Mind you, I had purchased this camera about five years back with a tonne load of enthusiasm and since then, it was tightly sitting inside my camera bag.

Covid lockdown gave me some time to explore my hobbies and that’s how I embarked on this journey. I had a camera but no clue of its settings and no knowledge around its technicalities. All I knew in this camera was to use Auto mode, I would dread using manual mode and if ever I used it, the picture quality with the poorly used setttings would irate me and within a few minutes I was pushed back to the beloved Auto mode.

Not anymore, I am continually learning different aspects of photography, some technicalities and it excites me more than I ever thought.

I’m happy to share a few photographs here and would love to hear your feedback.

White-throated Kingfisher perched on a dried up tree
Sunset from my balcony
A flock of spice finches (I counted 25) 🙂
Magpie Robin

Hope you liked these. 🙂

Little things

Little things: A moth

Have you ever felt melancholy with your spirit struggling to look up and out of the blue a small thing, gesture or something miniscule that on a jaunty day would barely catch your eye, suddenly wakes up your spirit and brings a smile to your face?

Something like this happened to me when I saw this beautiful moth. It’s called rose-myrtle lappet moth. I’d never seen such a beautiful moth in my life and its bright green colour filled me with exuberance.

There’s something about little things – when they happen, they bring smiles.

Imagine living a life waiting for the big moments to happen.

Life stories

Lights – some guide, some blind

A long while ago, in a dreamlike world someone asked a young girl – “what she wanted to become when she grows up?” She said, “an astronaut”. She liked the sound of the word astronaut – it had a sophisticated vibe and was mystical.

A few summers passed, she grew up and moved from her modest town to a city of towering sky scrapers. She was awestruck with the bright lights and the speed of the city that enthralled her young heart. She knew she had to do something there, something exciting to keep up with the fast pace of life around her. Her astronaut dream was long forgotten and was dulled by the ever lit city. Straining her neck, her eyes would keep gazing at the magnolious buildings of shiny glass and enticing lights.
The longer she stayed in the city, the stronger her determination grew to savour preeminent success in the shimmery city.

Industrious and determined, she joined a top consulting firm after graduating from an Ivy league school. The flame of ambition was shining bright within her and she ascended the ladder quicker than others and it gave her happiness parallel to none. She was living her dream in her ever twinkling city. Could she ask for more? Perhaps.

Success is analogical to climbing a ladder or a mountain – whoever is successful, keeps climbing up the ladder or the mountain. Isn’t it what we’ve heard always! Why up?

So much was up there, she was successful but is success satisfying? There was so much more to scale to and she was inebriated with success, wanting for some more. She leapt up the levels in the hierarchy. She worked hard for what she deserved and fought for what she wanted. Why wouldn’t one after all the hardwork?

From a little girl to a young hopeful fiesty woman, she had felt the transformation of her ambitions and heart. She relentlessly chased her insatiable dreams.

Today, standing at her tower of success on the top floor of the tallest sky scraper in her city, she looks down as she smiles at destiny. A few moments pass and she keeps staring at the city around her. Slowly the arch of smile disappears from her face, involuntarily her thoughts drift from her success in this very moment to her life after she left her small town. All these years, she worked tremendously to get where she is, but was it all worth it? Did she miss anything on the way? – She wondered.

“Anyway, isn’t everything better with success?”, she questioned as she looked at a girl a few floors down in the building in front of her. She noticed that this girl struggled at her work and didn’t appear confident. She thought to herself, “she is not reaching very far up there”. Momentarily, she bounced back to her feat story – her thoughts glistened her eyes.

Some time passed, she took her heels off, flexed her toes and gently sat on the floor. Tepid city breeze was blowing her hair gently, her mind went back to the girl in the other building – would she be happy? Would she ever be as successful as I am? Does she even want that success? Her mind oscillated back to her own life – “Did I want it? Of course, I did! Am I happy today? Of course, I am! I chased my dreams my whole life, I accomplished them”. She paused and muttered, “I chased”.

She realised that she was so focused and fixated on one thing in her life that she forgot living her life. She had friends, however no time to spend with them. She had a huge house, but it was yet to become a home.

At times, we get so drowned in the fallacies of the fancy that we miss living our life. We are chasing out dreams and forget to live life.

While this world was created by God, the norms have been handcrafted by humans. Don’t fall for the so called rules of the world.

Is the desire of wealth and power so great that it blinds us forever?

Is it worth living your life for designations in the material world?

Is it possible to find happiness without pursuing what’s served on the platter?

Do we want to wake up oneday in the middle of our life, only to realise that we wasted our time?

Do we want to spend more than required time on something that may seem miniscule in the long journey?

Are our accomplishments qualifiable only as per the world?

Can we make our own worlds and seek happiness within?

If there were millions of happy worlds within this planet, wouldn’t that be a happy world!

mental health

The struggle is real!

It’s been three months of staying indoors. Apart from working from home, I engaged myself in cooking, blogging, photography, gardening, baking and most recently in painting. Initially I thoroughly enjoyed staying at home, getting up peacefully every morning, connecting with nature, relishing every second of my day and admiring the dusk with gratitude. Even this tribulation had one bright side or so I thought.

A few weeks back, I was telling my husband about how the need for psychiatrists will soar post Covid – I was thinking mostly about the medical practitioners at that time and the amount of psychological burden they have on themselves when in the world we have an overflow of patients, a shortage of hospitals and incessantly working healthcare professionals.

As days have passed, I have come to realise that not just doctors or essential service providers will need help around their mental health, but common people staying at home, working from home, young kids who are studying online with no friends to meet or play with and old people who are scared and won’t go out because of the fear of catching Covid – will all need help.

Off late, I noticed that if a sad thought passes through my mind, it bounces between the walls of my house and doesn’t leave. This energy doesn’t dissipate, it just transfers from my living room to kitchen or to my bedroom. Why is it happenings ? Is it my need to be social ? Or is my mind too tired to live in the box? Am I craving a change of scenery? I am happy home, but for how long?

I have started feeling it within – some blues, a little bit of voidness and have suddenly been drawn to my mental health. I am sure, there are others as well who may be feeling like me – unnecessarily stressed and low.

You are not alone – these are difficult times which will pass. I tell myself the same thing everyday. Breathe to take in all the positivity and hug your loved ones so tightly that negative is crushed. In these unprecedented times, let’s kick the hell out of negativity.

No matter how dark it may seem, a new dawn would break soon.



A loud gust shrilled in my ear,
Sharply the eyes looked at fear,
Soaked in pain, with no speck of light,
Deep rumbles with sparks in night.

Alone somewhere deep hope strives,
A little beam of rainbow reckons the wise,
The greys sorround, sorrows seem eternal,
Hands join to the One who shows the light.

Thunder will be tamed and storms would calm,
Hold your breath and see His charm,
The greys will soon ooze a different hue,
Pink will be the sky and life will be new.

The pink sky of the wishes fulfilled,
Breathing dawn into the broken dreams,
Carried a stone and the mountain moved,
With zephyr, the soul will be soothed.


A fleeting thought..

Mind makes noise and heart listens.

Mind keeps thinking, working the machinery, constantly finding ways to deal and respond. While our heart, it listens as if, with closed eyes and focuses on the feeling. It feels the warmth and the cold.

Heart goes by the vibe and mind with the logic.

No wonder, we are mostly on crossroads between the two.