Saturday, 12 November 2011

Tracing the road travelled, activating memories, awakening reflections...



A gentle draft of wind sweeps the hair off your face as your head is bent over your book in concentration and breezes over the prairie grasses ahead beckoning your glance their way. You look up to see the grasses dancing with the wafts of air blowing through them. You wish time would stop still at this moment or that you could spend hours taking in the sight. Nirvana.

When the horizon before you is bounded by clouds - great big scoops of puffy white iridescence below and flat grey sheaths of mist above - and the world in between is a gorgeous medley of pink, purple, orange, blue and white. 
Flying through scattered gold dust into a charming sunset.

'On a day like today' - when the sky clouds a grey-silver hue and the sun peeks a brilliant white-gold through it all, when the breeze rustles the leaves and branches of the trees and gently runs through your hair as the swing brings you back down on its trajectory - you wonder at the beauty of the evening and recharge in the quiet contemplation of your gorgeous surroundings.

Lessons from an engineering course - trust yourself.

Farah (to her assignment) - Hadh kar di aapne!

To be that person whose presence lights up the room, whose smile shines like a beacon of hope, whose energetic vibe helps you look past your seemingly minor troubles to reach out, once again, for your dreams.

Saitna, saitna - zindagi saitna hogayi bolo!!!

Life is no fun if you don't land yourself in a soup once in a while, no?!

Twilight drops down like a veil on the lazy suburban scene set against the dimming glow of fading sunlight. The brown of fences, green of trees and blue of the sky changes to a dull-dirty inky blue. And flickering a brilliant yellow against veiled silhouettes are fireflies-a bust of light here and flash of colour there-like twinkling fairy-lights in a dream.
Trying to 'make pictures with words' à la Natasha Badhwar

Happy Father's Day, Pop and Bademam J

Sometimes the most peaceful moments of your life and the most serene of experiences in the world happens at the bus stop while you wait contemplating the beautifully withering and vibrantly alive roses in all shades of pink in front of you, the bright yellow lilies swaying in the breeze a little distance away and the busy rabbit picking away at its object of interest in the planting bed beyond. Ephemeral Nirvana!

wants to watch Mughal-E-Azam with Nanna.

It's so cute and disarming when parents find such immense happiness in the smallest of your achievements and some of the most mundane aspects of your life! Totally puts life and the things that truly matter in perspective.

'The quality of life is in proportion, always, to the capacity for delight. The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention.' - Julia Cameron

'Dil de toh is mizaj ka parvardigar de, Joh ranjh ki ghadi bhi khushi se guzaar de.'

Being Comprehensivist, T-shaped and a Zero Gravity Thinker!

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! After an eternity, a sher...
'Sabaq phir padh sadaqat ka, adalat ka, shujahat ka,
Liya jayega tujhse kaam duniya ki imamat ka.
-Iqbal
To the best'est' grandmom in the world!

You know you're a grad student if you either feel guilty or are absolutely convinced something's wrong when you happen to have a night with no school work to do! (Oh, and when doing the dishes becomes the bane of your life!)

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Firsts - 11.1.11

It's been a year of firsts for me. My first 'graduate school' experience, my first 'living alone' adventure, my very first Diwali on foreign shores and... my first birthday away from home . My first birthday also without the presence of one of the most important people in my life. It's been a year that's brought me some of my life's sublimely happy moments. It's also lastingly brought home the ephermeralness that is Life.
Yeah, after years I've had a birthday without the customary cake (or maybe it's the first, I don't remember).
Yet, it's a time of thankfulness, gratefulness and a counting of blessings. It's probably another first - a birthday spent in introspection, reflection and a sober joy in the knowledge that I'm surrounded by people who will never let me fall. 

Friday, 28 October 2011

Diwali and I


Even as you stand watching, dusk grows all around you and a dark inky blackness starts swallowing the world before you. As if waiting for exactly this moment, a tiny yellow-orange flame raises its head in the distance, and then another...and then yet another. Before you know it, little droplets of light come alive all around you and flicker and dance with Night's darkness. You're taking in the delicate beauty of the moment when, whoooosh! a million sparkling, shimmering pearls of light shoot up into the sky and drench you and the night in a shower of brilliant radiance.

Monday, 24 October 2011

The westward moving house moves on...


James Tinkham looked out at an orange sun-washed world through the floor-to-ceiling ‘green’ glass spanning the entire west wall of the living room in his apartment on the premier 315th storey of one of Hong Kong’s best apartment complexes in its Yau Tsim Mong district. Best – yes. It was the first residential complex in the world to have met the Architecture 2030 challenge of a carbon-neutral building a good three years before that deadline and had, since, sustained its life cycle as a net-zero, resource-efficient building. It was a favorite of whole-systems thinkers, planners and architects around the globe.
Being a whole-systems thinker and implementer himself, and also having special memories associated with ‘The Zero’ , it would come as no surprise to anyone who knew James, that he had requested to be accommodated in the 1500 square feet comfort of number 090-315 once again. He had spent the early years of his married life here with his significant other at one of those rare times when their respective work had taken them to the same place.
The panorama beyond the glass wall was that of the setting sun which shone through the thicket of tall skyscrapers that receded into the distance and made them resemble barks of trees silhouetted black against the sunlight. There was a busy stream of people commuting by both high-speed rails and walking in air pressure and temperature controlled crossways connecting the various buildings at different elevations. The connections were spider-web like with the buildings and public spaces forming nodal points on these intersecting connections. The world had learned its lessons in biomimicry and taken inspiration from Nature in all her forms to give shape to its own built environment ever since the ‘green’ revolution and sustainable living paradigm had gained momentum in the past century and finally swept the globe in the last forty years.
Loosening his necktie even as he gazed out, James paused mid-motion and reflected at the beautiful juxtaposition of seemingly unchanging Nature and a changed, unrecognizable and evolving man-made environment. He snapped out of his stupor and returned to loosening his necktie, wondering with some surprise at what had led his train of thought to stray and dwell on philosophical matters. Perhaps, it was the beauty of the vista before him. He smiled to himself. That would be more like Seher’s idyllic thought process, not his.  In all probability, it was the lecture he had given earlier in the day on A comparative study of systemic approaches to development versus historic resource-consumptive development and probable application in sustaining life in foreign frontiers: Mars and beyond, at Hong Kong Polytechnic University that was playing on his mind. It was a good thing too, he thought parallel, that he would be with Seher and the kids soon – in less than forty-eight hours in fact. Wrapping up his four-month long stay and work stint in Hong Kong, he would travel to Hyderabad, India by high- speed rail (three changes enroute), spend time with his wife until her last workday and together leave for California, USA to celebrate Christmas and usher in 2061 with Zara, Philip and his parents who lived there together. He would be home soon. But again, ‘home’, in this day and age, was not so much a physical entity and geographic location. It was ‘where one found it’, as he remembered a phrase from an oft quoted line that was one of Seher’s favorites by an author from half a century earlier and whose name he always forgot. How did that line go again? Ah! –‘Home is where the heart is, home is where you find it, home is everywhere’. He was not sure about the first part but the second and third parts were certainly true in his opinion. The world had indeed changed since that author had penned it – and changed for the better, he gladly thought. He reflected once again at the global village the world had now become, the collaborative dialogue and partnerships that world governments had initiated about twenty years earlier which led to a beneficial sharing of knowledge, technology, resources and an opening up of borders for productive symbiotic relationships of scholars and industry leaders the world over.
The ping of his coffee-maker, bringing him back to the present, indicated that he could pick up the cup of coffee from its tray which he had ordered and timed to be made and delivered at 5:30 pm knowing he would be back at his apartment by then. Walking back to the sofa with his coffee in one hand, he sat down to give in to the pondering mood he had fallen into (an anomaly for his personality but all rules have exceptions).  What had he been thinking about before digressing to how much the world had changed? Yes – home. And the radical shifts in world order that made travel to different parts of the world a normal and regular occurrence in the lives of most professionals. His own area of work for his company which developed whole-systems infrastructure and strategy had taken him to nearly sixty countries in his short ten-year career. Home for these professionals (who made up nearly sixty percent of the world’s workforce) were places like The Zero – an extension of the concept of hotels but more personal and convenient than their erstwhile forerunners. It was a very temporal existence, nomadic in a sense, yet convenient and comfortably so.  James’ apartment, furnished to the bare minimum yet with a warm inviting familiarity, helped him and other new-age nomads find home in new and different surroundings. The sparse furniture in his apartment included a sofa set with a low center table, a functional kitchen, a large mosaicked terrace - bounded and closed to control air pressure and temperature with light-weight glass - housing two deck chairs and a small circular table and a bedroom with an accompanying toilet and bathing area. The spaces flowed into each other much like the various cultures of the world which were no longer exclusive to place but fused and melded into one another. Even as James was deliberating, the large glass wall overlooking the terrace and the setting sun, which was also an information panel, came to life with an image of Philip enthusiastically and proudly discussing the next big project he was working on in school while Zara pranced around Philip trying to get her father’s attention. Communication and interaction, which had already developed to quite an extent in his grandfather’s time (and had also helped him keep in touch with his grandparents) was the fiber that helped him keep rooted to his ‘home’ – the people who were an important part of his life and shared it with him. His grandfather’s age was centered on the individual – it had been so for years before his time. His age, in contrast, was about interaction and relationships – be they parts of a natural ecosystem working in sync together or human bonding that fostered positive development. It was indeed a radical shift from those times to this.  It also dawned on him all of a sudden that the first part was true – ‘Home was where the heart was’.
Such an age was unthinkable at that time what with the threat of running out of earth’s resources looming large and a bleak scenario for the future of the human race. But something must be said about human enterprise and that collective positive and hopeful spirit, the other side of the avaricious and irresponsible attitude that had gotten them there in the first place, which almost miraculously pulled them out from the depths of that dark chasm they had started to descend.
One of the best examples of this would be the great cities the world over. They were zero-net cities – resource efficient, resource-regenerative, wonderfully alive and bustling with life – artificial ecosystems that succeeded in complementing natural ecosystems. Skyscrapers, though the norm of the day, to accommodate the population explosion that had occurred in the developing nations in the 2000s and had spilled over to this decade, clustered most of the world’s cities. The cities, resultantly, did resemble jungles but not concrete jungles as were their forefathers – these were real green jungles with vegetated walls which went up to an altitude that allowed and supported plant life; forested terraces formed major components of these buildings supporting micro-ecosystems in the process. The crossways at lower altitudes were landscaped, green and healthy and took a cue from their ancestor – the High Line in New York, USA that had opened in 2009-2010. The preservation of natural landscapes which had been an important and contentious part of the earlier century was now a natural extension of every city’s urban program and each individual’s social responsibility.
 There was also not too much of a distinction between the erstwhile urban and rural areas in a given place. James’ ancestors had started life in rural settings, wilderness almost, and had moved up the rung to urban settings. The rural areas of 2060 were merely areas with a relatively lesser population density. City infrastructure was also found in rural areas. Life was not too difficult for people who chose to live here. The only difference was the work pattern which did not lead them to move from place to place as most of them were involved in agriculture, permaculture and animal husbandry. This was a comforting thought because economic and social disparities had long since been balanced and the scales were even on both ends. And this must have been the answer to most of the problems plaguing the world earlier. The economy too, like the environment now, was regenerative. It was the New Economy.
It was astounding to see the difference in living patterns that came about from the new pattern language of cities created by a blend of new principles and traditional knowledge of varied world cultures. Mixed-use development it had been called then, it was what was making today’s cities brim with life. Cars were little used, even though they ran on no-fuel green technology because every place on the globe was conveniently connected with state-of-the-art mass transit systems. James’ own journey to India was cheap, easy and fast. Shorter distance commutes were either at walkable distances or again, well connected by inter-city mass transport systems.
The death of landline telephones and cellular phones in the last few years was analogic to the disuse of airplanes and airline travel in the present. Airplanes still ran but not as a means of mass transport. They flew at significantly higher altitudes because of the growth of the built environment vertically but they were not the first choice for travel because there were better and quicker options. Underwater sea route linkages were an important part of long distance travel in this age. Coupled with high-speed rail as well as the option of cars and automobile travel, life was much easier and saved on a lot of time.
Putting aside his empty cup, James started up his information panel to get some work done and look over his preparations for tomorrow’s conference which he would attend from right here in his living room via his information panel. Oh wait, here was a message Seher’s parents had left for him. Their video popped up now with Mr. Alam informing him that he and his wife would be able to travel from their home in El Salvador to spend New Year’s Eve with them after all. “Good”, he exclaimed thinking about how happy Zara and Philip would be to have all their grandparents around them this holiday season. There must be a lot of good karma going around the world, or it was probably the great melting of cultures across the globe that had founded this new living structure of integrated families, extended families and a convivial existence in the best interests of all. At least this new trend had helped do away with those miserable and forlorn old age communities and living centers that had originated in the Western world and had spread roots across the oceans to the other parts of the globe. It was a form of discrimination that had sifted a community by age and siloed that group.
James switched off the video to get busy with work – it was just another day in a bright, new age and a joyous, hopeful world. 

Friday, 30 September 2011

Wistful, wishful...

Khoye rehne do khayalon mein,
Ji lene do kuch der khwabon mein,
Haseen si duniya hai kuch lamhon ke liye,
Wapas phir haqeeqat ko aana hi to hai.



A friend's contribution to the continuation of that verse...
Iss chote se dil ko phir tadpana to hai,
Kuch apne mann ko manana bhi hai...
Wapas phir haqeeqat ko aana hi to hai.



Monday, 19 September 2011

Commemorating my loss with meaning and honour to his memory

I started this blog with the intent of having 'happy' posts on 'happy' subjects. I think I've been mostly true to that resolve. No, the title of this post is not misleading at all. Yes, I did experience a very personal loss very recently. Having a sheltered and protected upbringing always kept me shielded from tragedy of any kind. My first real tragedy was when Motu, my pet cat, decided to leave home and explore the wide world for himself. That probably puts into perspective my 'limited' brush with the Yin of life.
And yet, this post is not sad, cast by a pall of gloom, hopelessness or utter despair. Loss is hard, always is. Even if it's your goldfish. It's deeply painful, like an arrow shooting through your chest. Yeah, despite many negative emotions attached with personal loss my post is a happy one.

It's about honouring my dad's memory by forging ahead, all the more, with determination to become the person he would have liked to see me as, to live the kind of life he would have wanted me to live. It's about thanking him for the gifts of genetics, character and personality I've inherited from him; for investing a world of love, care and time into raising me with qualities he envisioned a good human being would have.

Nothing can replace what I've lost. There's also a realization that life is sun, shade and shadow. Wallowing in grief, self-pity or blaming fate and destiny for socking me this blow is not something he would have wanted me to be occupied with. Nor is the renunciation of celebration or festivity appropriate behaviour for someone who was saddened when I did not participate in any kind of gaiety.  

Most people around me kept telling me to 'stay strong'. I wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean. However, I now know that marching ahead - onwards and upwards - with strength is what they were talking about. Yeah, I am going to come to terms with my grief - not with sadness and gloom.

I'm going to achieve every milestone in my life and career that I know would have given him immense joy and satisfaction. I'm going to make my Dad proud of me through my actions, my choices and my decisions.

I AM his daughter.

Monday, 12 September 2011

Thank you for being MY Dad

He stands behind me, always will, my rock. An invisible support, the strongest I’ve ever known, always breaking my fall. I’ve known shelter, I’ve known protection and I’ve known a cocoon. I’ve known a possessiveness that keeps you out of harm’s way, a love that envelops you like the light and warmth of sunshine, which guides your way with hope and direction. I’ve known a faith and belief in my abilities much more that I could ever have in myself. I’ve learnt truth, integrity, sincerity, pureness of heart and goodness of being as a way of life through his life. To be a person who gives and gives, one who does not expect gratitude in return – it takes selflessness beyond comprehension. Do I thank the heavens or do I thank fate for bringing me to you? All I know is that I love you, Dad. Thank you for being MY Dad.

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

The Sinuous and the Sensual!

That's Dance! And Sketching too! As unlikely a pair as chalk and cheese and yet, surprisingly or unsurprisingly, I found them to have so many similarities. They require you to be confident - firm in your strokes for sketching and clean in your movements in dance. And graceful - swift, sinuous movements as your hand flies across the sheet of paper etching strokes with a seeming ease. Graceful, elegant and quick movements, also, while your body moves in sync with the rythm of the music, slicing the air with moves deceptively simple. But both require you approach them with logic, precision and and a plan of action either consciously or, if you're skilled enough, subconsciously. I think they're both a test of YOU as a person, the ease you are at with yourself and how uninhibitedly you can let the essence of You flow out through brush strokes and dance moves. They reveal the very core of you and your personality to viewers;  intimate forms of art which always make an artist feel vulnerable. You are putting yourself out there for the world to see and invariably get judgmental. They are as pure a way of expressing yourself as it can get, and boy, do you need courage to be able to not only be true to yourself to let your being shine through your work, you have to be brave enough with having the world witness it. Art Forms at their best (and no, I'm not talking about being a master at them - just being strong enough to allow yourself to express though them)!

Friday, 6 May 2011

More Intangibility

A fleeting memory, a transient experience, a flicker of reality, a smidgeon in time - trifle in quantity but making up life's most memorable moments. Moments you'd like to go over and re-visit in your mind while you look up briefly from your work and gaze out out of your window at the world in front of you, when you're contemplating nature in your serenely thoughtful mood even as the world noisily whizzes by all around you with a hundred different sounds, when the conversation of your company brings a swift and wistful nostalgia, when the sight of something reminds you of familiar scenes, as scents stir up reminiscences...of moments lived, experienced, enjoyed. Some of them, strangely enough, tough times but forming beautiful memories to look back on.

Yeah, all things intangible. The reigning theme of my current blog posts! It's surprisingly wonderful how the most unquantifiable and non-material things in life are the the ones that are the richest. Rich in a value that cannot be measured but capable of giving you sublime happiness. 

And happiness too is one of those small immeasurables.

'I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.'

Small little trifles that quietly sneak into your day when you least expect them, feather-touches of moments that are heavier than their weight in gold. And they punctiliously follow the axiom of 'Too much of anything is bad.' It's probably their breezing in and out of your life and lasting for that perfect flicker of time which makes them so immensely enjoyable and leaves you with a yearning for them.

Sigh! They're what make up life and everything about it that matters.

Wednesday, 27 April 2011

Micro-blogging!


 Here I am with 'no time to stand and stare'. However, there's still the zeal to celebrate life, the earnestness to learn new things and the wonder of a new-born child delightfully exploring his new world. So, this is that record...

Cool summer evenings, clear night skies, family rendezvous on moonlit terraces, wafting aromas of flowering mango trees, an air full of seeming anticipation and expectancy. Spring evenings and Summer nights in Hyderabad – magical! - April 22 at 12:39am
A thunderstorm raging away in the night sets the atmosphere so perfectly to curl up with your favourite read in your warmest, coziest spot with a steaming cuppa nestled comfortably beside you. And along comes the vision of a hard, tiring school day the very next morning to jolt you back to reality! - April 19 at 11:27pm
Ah, Mimosa! I couldn't be happier to see that you're in Charleston! - April 19 at 1:51pm
It's curious how distance and time filter out bad memories (most of the time) and leave you with gold-coated impressions of only the good and wonderful. - April 15 at 7:35pm
Each day is bringing me a new experience. I'm not sure I've made up my mind about them being 'good' or 'not-so-good' - April 12 at 8:33pm
Dreamy, idyllic, irrational, idealistic, looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses and living in wonderland! - April 9 at 1:15am
The road runs along straight and meets a soft blue sky at the farthest point beyond which the eye can see no further; the vista all around you is sublimely bathed in a glorious orange; the road takes you past a clump of tall bare trees silhouetted black as a vivid sun glows low on the horizon through them. You gaze at the beauty, soaking it up and wonder at being a part of it all even as the road turns leading you away…into the splendid sunset. - April 3, 2011 at 4:34pm
And you gaze out of your window at the gathering dusk, the dull blue-grey sky getting ready to turn midnight blue, the vague glassy facades of buildings in the distance which reflect a constant shimmery flicker of the headlights of vehicles passing by. The air feels celebratory, the lights festive - just like there. Home is where the heart is, home is where you find it, home is everywhere. - February 28 at 7:12pm
Swathes of golden-orange and peachish-pink streaking across a heavenly blue sky - Sigh! I live for gorgeous sunsets and beautiful twilight skies like todays! - February 18 at 6:34pm
'Thanks to the human heart by which we live, thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears...' - William Wordsworth - February 16 at 11:55pm
I'm surrounded by squirrels merrily scampering by, happy birds skipping from tree to tree - I feel like Snow-White! - February 12 at 7:29pm
is zooming out onto the larger picture and looking at things from a different perspective. It's wonderful to be older and wiser and to know what things in your life deserve what amount of importance and attention. - February 8 at 8:01pm
So, you know you're either advancing in age or dead tired when you start dozing in the middle of the day in a library with waves of uncontrollable sleep stubbornly shutting your eyelids when you should ideally be pouring over the big fat book on your lap. Because it's me, it can't be anything but the 'advancing in age' option!!! - February 4 at 10:04pm
wants to learn how to sing! - February 2 at 7:38pm
'Aisi jagah baith jo koi na bole uthh, aise baat kar jo koi na bole jhooth' - Thanks Bademam (Masood Humayun). - February 1 at 10:34pm
'...life is a continuum. We find ourselves in different places in our lives and must do what we think is right. While some like to feel like they are in control of their own destiny, I contest that you should make the best of what you are given, and leave your mark wherever possible.' - Adam Salmen - January 29 at 7:29pm
'Learning how to learn is what academia is all about.' - John Motloch, my prof. - January 28 at 11:32am
'Hissy Fits'!!! That's definitely my USP! - January 27 at 4:31pm
Weekends come along, treacherously deceptive, dressed to ensnare and throw you off the rhythm and momentum you carefully cultivate over the week. Then you have to start all over again!!! - January 23 at 11:03pm
Poetry in a History class, Ozymandias and Landscape Architecture - wow, wow, wow! - January 18 at 10:18pm
Submitted the very first assignment of my Master’s program! Some benchmark that is! - January 13 at 2:25pm
The things you want are always like mirages - beautiful - until you get there and realize that what you saw was only a projection. There's heat and dust and discomfort which makes up the pretty picture - only illusionary, at that. - January 9 at 3:45pm
 


Friday, 22 April 2011

All things intangible...

...like smells...odours - the fragrant kind, the tantalizingly tempting and the temptingly enticing. The zesty tang of a bright yellow lemon. The crisp, sharp nip of its slightly sour aroma that screams 'freshness' like no other is one of the most uplifting of 'smells' that can instantly alter your mood to surprisingly match the fruit's cheery colour. And, Oh! The royal aroma of thinly sliced onions being fried a deep golden brown. There's a hint of sweetness in that smell and a delectably alluring hold on you that you can't break away from until you've gorged on the eatables that those onions have garnished. There's nothing more heavenly that the smells of fried onions, topped with sprigs of mint and coriander and sprinkled with fresh lemon juice - it's indescribable, only an aroma you'd associate with food fit for the gods.



Or that unmistakable flavour that fills the air when you fry a paste of freshly ground fragrant ginger and garlic - a base for the rest of your regular, mundane curry, yet that bourgeois ingredient that never fails to lace your cooking with a hint of sour-sweet and fried, golden goodness.



The delightful aromas that spices give out when you roast them and grind them. Oh! The smells of a melting pot of all that's nice that is merrily boiling away can bring a smile to your lips and lilt you like a sweet melody does - or perhaps it’s the tune of that happy song you're listening to or humming away as you stir, boil and whip up a delectable treat. Because that's what cooking does - it lightens your mood, peps you up, de-stresses you - it engages all your senses, especially the olfactory one, which play such a large role in making you feel happy at your food smelling good. It invariably means you're doing all the right things to make your recipe a success of a dish.



Cooking is all about the smells, isn't it? Glorious, tempting, tantalizing smells that waft through the air, enticing you, whetting your appetite, making you salivate and lust desirably at all the sublime food giving off those aromas.



Why, then, would one want to remove all traces of lovely aromas that linger around while they cook? Why would one want to cleanse the living quarters to a sanitized lab-like atmosphere by sucking them all out through exhaust fans? Why would one not want those smells to stay on in one's hair and clothes or drift around and out through the windows?



I think the aromas are the best part of the cooking process. They're the raison d'etre for cooking, eating and enjoying your meal.


Sunday, 9 January 2011

Newspaper, tea and roses

This post comes at a time when I'm going through one of the two 'biggest and most important events' in one's life (as described by an acquaintance). I've left my nest (what some people would call cutting the umbilical cord; I, however, find no sense in the whole 'umbilical cord' concept but more of that later).
Well, so, through all the turmoil that the 'sensitive kinds' go through at such a time and identify with, I think I'm starting to chalk out a picture of the kind of life I would want for myself and what I would want to do. Because that's what it boils down to - what you want out of life and what life you want to live.
Time to read the newspaper while I sit sipping my tea in the morning definitely figures in my scheme of things. Loved ones around, of course. It's the smallest things in life that bring happiness and that's what one needs - happiness. Money, too. I want to be able to smell the roses as I go by them and bask in the golden warmth of a lovely dusk...idealistic, I know. Atleast it's something to reach out for and work towards...

Blessings, Magic and Beauty

  As I lay here in a darkened bedroom with my little fairy sleeping on me, my mind wanders to this time last year and the months that follow...