I am..
A Bedouin Mind...
A traveller through many a season
Have traversed roads, seen the close, the distant horizon
Some tucked-away dreams are my treasures
I delve into this trove when in distress or despair.
Don’t you too have a much-cherished list of “one-day-if”s
That distant dream, often far, but at times so within reach?
And then the day breaks and with it my fairy tale
Leaving behind the lovely feel of its happy trail.
This space is for those like me, so much yet unaccomplished,
To pen down some “what-if”s, those crazy wishes, some distant dreams.
Let our bedouin minds wander off all limitations
And the rush of the mountain stream wash away our inhibitions.
I confess..
I wish I were an avante-garde. Alas, I am not that bold. Yet I am always on the brink of pushing the envelope. I am still on the edge, have never been able to take that leap of faith. Could you? Let’s give each other a shove then, shall we?
I dream...
A tiny abode in the greens. A balcony large, overlooking the misty morning. Waiting for the clear azure sky to open up and reveal a magic. Flowers across the seven colours of the rainbow adorning the terrace and the garden. Some furry paws curled up on me, basking in the same morning sun. An overflowing bookshelf and a fully stocked pantry with a competent chef just about completes the picture.
I love ...
I love reading, a cup of steaming black coffee next to me
My two doggies curled up on me, lending their unending warmth and love
With a view of the clear blue Nairobi sky and my little patch of green.
Netflix is my go-to therapist, music is a friend on the move
Warming my heart like fire on a wintry night…
Two worlds. One we inhabit. The other we imagine.
She dreamt of a faraway land by the sea. Built her abode with boulders and clay. Lit a fire in a corner. Her silhouette on the uneven wall became her only friend. The music of the crashing waves lulled her to sleep. As she dipped in the molten gold of the sea at dawn, she adorned herself in the silver surf of the mighty ocean. She is her Goddess. Pure and innocent as the pristine Earth. She is immense and endless. She is demure and humble.
As I lie suspended in my imagined time zone, I become her. Do you too?
Two worlds. One we inhabit. The other we imagine.
Musings
Taran’s Kanchenjunga
Calcutta. And her Love Story with Trams.
We just wanna be your Sigma…
Aisha. In her Rich Red Silk.
One Day…
Me, the Misfit
Everyday
Throwback Tales
Chokkhu Daan
Our Universe ‘Cookie Chiki’. Where Love Rules.
Colours of Masai Mara
When a Pride of Girls Walks the Ramp