I constantly move to deserts and valleys
Climbing mountains, passing from cities
Exploring the woods, meeting the locals
Learning tribal culture, enjoy their fests
Having a bag full of memories to cherish
That don’t get faded with time, stay fresh
Love going back to the memory lane
Calling old friends, close they remain
The nostalgia lingers on forever
Nothing can replace the sheer joy
Looking at the pictures, smiles and tears
Sweet memories can never fade away.
If you don’t like where you are
Move, you are not a tree
That was not the reason I moved
I moved because I ought to
Not because I was deprived of anything
Rather it was time to detach myself
My husband had completed his tenure
Two years gone and it was time to pack
Time to leave my work place,
beautiful house, lush green lawns,
Wonderful friends, the fields, the plateaus
Everything related to that place
Moved to a new land, finding my roots
Searching for the new world, my world, our world……
It’s easier said than done
The experience makes me stronger
At the same time I want to stay longer
Adapting to every situation
Leaving behind all that you achieved
In terms of profession and personal
My son is again a new kid on the block
And I am a new member in the ladies meet
The scene looks too chaotic in the beginning
Slowly it becomes manageable
That’s why was away for last few months
Juggling with boxes and cartons
Altering curtains and filing rations
Wandering, what would have happening
in the lives of my blogger friends
But used to snore like pig after day’s slog.
Now that the house is functional
I look forward to have more interaction
Life is a big roller coaster…. Moving faster
So I celebrated Halloween and yesterday I attended All Souls’ Day prayers in our community graveyard where all the graves were decorated with flowers. Family members came & prayed for departed souls. One step more to explore the culture and traditions of global world. I thank my blogger friends to let me peep into their world by sharing the pictures and telling the stories of their festivals.
Hope I am loud and clear answering that million-dollar question, “why do I blog?” To grow worldly wise, to explore, share and make friends who love me, laugh with me and support me unconditionally. Wish you all All Saints’ Day……
Enjoy the pics from a corner of India.
There was a time in their lives…..
when they got a TREAT for everything !
To do home work, to behave
To clean room, to win the race
To be in top five in the class
To complete the given task
Or just to do good deeds
For everything there was a treat !
Treats were most awaited
An awesome meal relished
Followed by triple sundays
Those were fun filled days
How much I loved them
Expressions I cherished then
Now of course both my sons have grown up
No home works and no PTMs to show up
They go with their friends to have sundays
But still there are occasions and days
When I can see them indulging in taste
Enjoying every bit of it, no haste !!!
Music is that cool and calm breeze which touches the soul of all and sundry. It is always a treat to lend your ears to a beautiful and melodious voice.
When I was a child it was romantic era in Bollywood and it reflected in music too. I remember correctly my father singing those famous numbers sung by Kishore Kumar and Mohmmad Rafi. Lata Mangeshkar also known as Nightangle of India, sang some evergreen songs which itched in Indian memory forever. I grew up listening to spiritual as well as love songs, used to broadcast in radio. Below are the iconic legends of the Indian film industry who swept the nation with their voice.
The 70s were largely dominated by a man called Kishore Kumar ( second from left )with music provided by a duo Laxmikant Pyarelal and while I would recommend just randomly picking out Kishore Kumar’s songs, here is a list of songs one may enjoy.
All songs of
Aradhana
Sholay (Have achieved a cult status)
Yaadon Ki Baarat
Abhimaan
Chitchor (A gem of an album by a highly under rated Yesudas)
Mera Naam Joker
Bobby (IMHO popular largely due to the movie)
Chhoti Si Baat
Muqaddar ka Sikandar
Don
LIST SOURCE: quora.com
Michael Jackson became the rage in eighties and how could India remained unaffected ? I remember how much we all liked ” Bad” & “beat it”. He became God for our disco stars and choreographers.
I have enjoyed all types of music since my childhood days. My sons enjoy english songs therefore I listen them too with equal charm though I don’t understand the rap and not really liked it as compared to soft soothing music. Today’s Rap Gods do not entertain me much at the same time I guess it would be interesting to learn and rap like them, wouldn’t be ?
I was so keen to read books 
Dear me,
You were a girl ! A girl in her twenties. You wanted to become a bride just to put heena in your hands. In those days you only knew about this art. No one had heard about tatoo.
You applied heena on your hands during your marriage. You knew and appreciated its importance whenever a festival or a marriage took place at home, applying mehndi by women folks used to seen as prosperity and good omen.
That was your marriage celebration. Beautiful designs which you made on your hands and feet were traditional Indian patterns. It looked as if Phoenix was tattooed on the palm, You know it seemed to me as if it was awakening the inner light. Turmeric was also used for the same purpose but it was used by the elderly women folk of the house. It also considered good omen.
You were so excited ! Running here and there dressed in bright sari and decked up with gold jewelry. I felt like blessing you that according to some legends, the phoenix could live over 1,400 years before rebirth in the same way the positivity of heena would bring happiness and permanency in your relationship with your husband.
So much has happened in last twenty years. You are a mother of two handsome sons who love to draw designs of heena on your palm. This time they would draw Phoenix for sure. How about one with open wings?
Yours lovingly
Me
Here are few designs I got made during festivities. This post is in response to Marilyn’s Serendipity Photo Prompt 2015 # 17: Phoenix and today’s dp prompt: You to you
