My share of sunshine

So its been over 6 months in the new place, loved every minute, every day we spent in decorating this one.
This time it was all about colors, we decided to splash our living room with the colors of sunshine (so yellow, orange primarily, and I threw in a dash of fuschia to soothe my eyes and soul).

Each corner has a character of its own, a blend of me & K.

Our coffee table is adorned by this earthy music set and beautifully hand painted chai glasses.

A wooden Krishna hand-sculpted by Mom - done so many many years ago  :)

Picked up the hand painted nesting tables from Amar Colony Market and it serves as the perfect side table and flower & candle corner

Colors are Back!!!

At times I am not able to decide whether I like the concept of rented accommodation or not! Most definitely I hate the concept of packing and unpacking, all the mess and the dirt and waste of time (and also money!) makes me want to have a permanent abode. A permanent house that makes me feel less like a nomad. But then, I am a nomad by heart. Getting bored of places and things easily, I cannot deny that I get excited with the prospect of exploring a new house, decorating it again, coloring it with the colors of my sensibilities. Making a House our home !!!

All our homes have reflected a sense of our own personalities, and at times like these I cant help but thank god for the similarities he has embedded in me and K.. We are so different, yet so similar in our likes and tastes.

The time is here again, moving time is up close and I am already having vivid dreams of the layout of the new house. Soon the process of making our personal heaven is going to start... painting our dreams on the walls and the aura of the house. The best and most exciting part being the "Study", which is going to be converted partly into my studio.. I can welcome back my greatest hobby (of course after dancing) with a lot of fanfare... so many ideas, so many colors already splashing around in my head... cant wait to get my hands on a brush..painting the vivid strokes of my imagination  

With my eyes wide open!

No more dreams, No more illusions. Embracing it all with my eyes and arms wide open...............

Meri bebasi ka bayaan hai...

Meri bebasi ka bayaan hai
bas chal raha na iss ghadi


Only love can make you feel so helpless, so out of control, yet so much in control. Only love can keep this calm demeanor while destroying the sense of right and wrong. 


Snatch or Leave - the ultimate dilemma of the forlorn lover. Corrupted thoughts of the crimson joy, no control over urges. Every meeting is like the first one, the excitement of discovering, the passion of knowing, and the tease of hiding. The more we feel, the deeper we fall in the abyss of loss.


But I see the light, oh so bright! This blinding light is overpowering the senses, consuming the norms and showing the way. The light of the inner self uniting us for eternity, with no will to possess or own, just love. 








"If love is only a will to possess, it is not love".

Back in the 'purple-ness' of life

What is about this room, that makes me feel so much at peace, so comfortable. The familiarity of the lavender walls, the warmth of the purple curtains, and I know I am in a secure territory. Within the confines of these four walls I do not have to worry about what we call the 'real world'.

Stepping back in time, I am reliving the sweet smell of all my books (that I have read over and over again), the glow of the light bulbs that I painted myself, cuddling up with all the furry companions of 24 yrs.

Even though my own home is a reflection partly of my personality, this room is an amalgamation of different facets of my life while growing up. A place that I can always come back to, a place that will always welcome me with open arms.

Talking to a friend from US about the closeness and warmth between family members in India, I realized the sense of security that gets instilled, knowing that you will always have this strong support system. A part of this room's security stems from that strong bond.

I feel lucky to have the value system that my parents have passed on to me, its like the 'Miyagi' effect, can't remember how and when I embraced these values. While growing up I never realized how these values and emotions would support me in every step that I take in my life, and would influence every decision that I take.

 A part of growing up has involved leaving home, finding my own true home, facing the unknown and embracing responsibilities. But in this room I will always remain the little girl, splashing colors around, lost in a world of my own. 

Reverse Gear!

White was my dress,as were my feelings, naive and pristine! The yellow flowers reflecting the warmth and cheerfulness. I had not looked back for so long, and it looks so distant, yet so near. The reverse gear that put me in the reverse mode. 

What have I lost, not my smile most definitely. Its my tears, pearls that glistened my eyes, happy times or sad, reminding me of the connection. Today, even with the memories so close and clear they don't leave my eyes. My vision does not get hazy, but the flutter in my heart is replaced by a burden, a deep rooted pain.

It gives me shivers, as if I am frozen to that spot. Looking from above, observing the mistakes, yet not able to do anything to make them undone!  When I got in then, I was not aware, and all I had to say was Stop! All I had to do was put the first gear, to move on!

Confessions of a shopaholic!

Why is it always so difficult to make these choices! Argh!

A friend who is holidaying in London sweetly asked me if I wanted anything. I promptly said No (for reasons you will understand as you read along), she too was taken aback, but signed off with a let me know in case u think of something! Well, I thought I could ask her to get me a dress, the maxi is back in fashion. So I went online to sites well visited, and started to look for the perfect maxi dress, not too flowy, not too clingy! And yes, I did find one, but then just for the "heck of it", I thought let me check the other sections. A grave mistake, a mistake made too often, and then all hell broke loose. Look at that jumpsuit, it is just so nice, would look so great with those heels, and that sling bag. Soon enough I was in the virtual dressing room, trying out various combinations, from cardigans, to dresses, to shorts, to jackets! And no prizes for guessing, the simple 'maxi dress shopping expedition' turned to an armful load (cart load in the virtual world, to be more specific) of shorts, dresses, coats et al.