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Dear Night's Dream

"shedding off the day's tiredness, I can't keep crashing on, diving into layers of  blanket deep locking away my mind in the treasury of sleep
just then do you delve, you dream? sprawling onto corners of my mind's realm slicing up treasury into parallel journey to seem
calm and alluring, sometimes beating devilish drum colourfully nice or triggered by your naughty tantrum your vivid ways! but those keepsake ones a handful some
the morning rays of the red ball failing to shake you off at those shrill alarms of the clock you scoff
pray, you stay along if you can make me, only laugh

you manage to accomplish your loot leaving my treasury hollow, so acute
sleep deprived! my restlessness to you I impute 

my mind carries a sign board none do not disturb the body in sleeping zone dear dream, I have no clue, you are a welcome guest or to begone? "

How About Some Reality This Holi?

If we began believing and following all the philosophy from the white pages we would be scholars by age 18. None of us are born stars either. Certain things in life come by experience. Either your experience or by feeling the experience of another. It is said that burning of your negativity is as easy as burning the pyre of the Holi. Was it actually so easy? I connected my experiences to my determination and decided to practice it this Holi. By burning away my 3F-Three fears (Fear, of failing, falling and trying something new) and let in more colours in life.

How many of us with no aqua-phobia have taken our bold step towards that pounding surf with all our willpower but stepped back at the sight of it rumbling. Did the sound of the waves beat all our will? So it happened that our mind was preset to beat the image of the humongous wave washing the shore but not for that sound it made?
How many of us who have no batophobia (fear for heights) tried to take the birds eye view of earth  fro…

1 2 3 Pico

Those coded cognitive toddler stories; Bubbly gestures; Lively imaginations: Their sparkling eyes, innocent charm; Inquisitive and persistent questionnaire - Children

We are all stories in the end. But those unending stories our children paint in their own words,  fill up the blanks of our life to be some of  the finest chapters. Isn't it?


It was last week, a cloudy evening 7pm. I walked in my backyard with my cranky little son, a toddler. And he had so much to express how the moon had finished dinner too early and slept off (hidden) inside the clouds. How it will pee and we all will get rains! I was astonished and added fuel to fire encouraging him to continue. He then told me the sun and the moon do fight a lot too to reach "his house"! Wildest imagination eh?
Some opportunities hit your door right on time. This time it was BlogAdda which introduced me to the complete activity set to foster creativity in such kids. The "Magical Space Adventure" special pack for …

Fifty Shaded Stand Points

I grew up as a shy town girl. I would puff and pant cycling to the corner store picking odd supplies for mom in my school days. Sometimes I'd rather borrow an onion, or two tomatoes from a neighbour for her. Little did I realize that once I have my own child and when I want an onion from a neighbour I would be booed for it. C'mon how can you borrow "an" onion from your neighbour. It's so not nice! 

Those waagle ki duniya times of my childhood are gone. Now I have to put up with daya behen and Tarak Mehta ka ulta chasma. All is well. All is well. It's just evolution dear. I am convincing myself. But there "was" something in the past. Those days were less sophisticated, simple and straight. As you sniff into your memoir you feel that. Don't you?
It perplexes me  much today to basically feel our own existence in this world changes so rapidly. We are open to exotic world tours and talk of learning but we are yet to learn to open our minds to the earth…