Rustic's world

  I travel to the far off land I travel to the far off land Where my pining heart lies Listen to birds that sing And soar in the skies Winter, spring, summer or autumn  Where the mornings are fresh The days are beautiful  And life in no rush Sun -that basks in its full glory Where the skies are so blue; Flowers, trees colourful And clouds too sorry! I travel to that land of dreams Where everything thrives No burden, no worries  And all happy vibes! Sent from my iPhone

  Himachal Nestled deep down in my mind's eye Dewy mornings, pleasant whiff And bright blue sky Greeting glorious sun Seven hills so bright, Bathing and basking magnificent light what a sight! Sparrows, teeter, crows Running errands high n lows Pecking -picking their day’s delight Feeding each other with a flight Deep down further I explore more Hear Chiming bells from the temple galore Far-reaching views behold Lasting love and joy untold Dawn- it is a new start! New dreams- aspirations at heart! Here deep down in my heart Lies this treasure to just ever last! And when I feel a bit- sway, I savour this dream n shun all worries away!

  SHE She strived struggled persevered She tried She cried turmoil Emotions- She hide She rise- Phoenix endeavours She rise She thrive Embarks Tears of joy She rise!

  My home Shimla- place, my soul Ghar-dream, my home-an abode Come let us explore Unlock treasure more Let the memories explode!! -From someone yearning to go home- Annu

  Labyrinth Finding my way Through this maze - of life Edging forward Some caution Some strife So-Un thwarted undaunted In stride

 Himalayas Majestic, tall So supreme Proud, placid so extreme Steep- sided so unique Him- alaya snow’s abode What a beauty to abhor !

  Twinkle in eyes Every day, every time Spruce up life Spreads joy and delight   Tender heart deep wisdom shallow pride   ray of sunshine ceaseless promises aspirations low and high   positive mind hopeful and kind curious steps sturdy stride   harbinger of hope growing sweet and divine                    

 Finding my way through this maze of life edging forward  with caution unthwarted  in denial  of any  defeat

                                    Hope   Sweet, gleamy buds sway Waiting eagerly to bloom An ounce or an inch A hope Every day Past was dark Buried down there A glimmer Behold! Glistening new dawn is here an ounce or an inch A new rising hope eagerly waiting, today! Neither storm could  thwart Nor any drought could dismay fresh, new beginning an ounce or an inch Full with lots of hope, today!

 language and life, its a weird combination. You need language to live life and you need life to live a language. It seems complicated, well! actually it is! Growing up in school, Literacy was an essential subject. In fact, it was a skill. A skill that provided security for a better future. The aura and the pride associated with this special talent was incomprehensible. People watched you speak and were enthused by the art of raillery. Even though, it was a mere statement! Being articulate and emphatic was an additional asset. Life was beautiful. Whilst basking in the glory of this new found love and sharing the experience with everyone around; it seemed the romance would never fade. It all gradually gave in to pride. A joy of being superior, a status of being different and a stature of a facade! Real life doesn't need just -Literacy. It became clearer later when life showed its true hue! Literacy is not defined by the borders of the coherent sentences, the limitations of the words...

 Our little growing child has been exploring the world around her. Acquiring new words and adjectives to describe her feelings, emotions and diverse aspect so f life that she experiences on a daily basis. Apparently, her love of diving deep into the ceaseless sea of words and variations has made her more interested and glued with her paper pad and pencil. I could see her sitting in a corner and jotting, scribbling and penning something or the other. Often, she would come and show her beautifully crafted piece where I could see that child like innocence soaring with her growing comparisons. They are some far fetched! some quite subtle and some incredibly cute. I am delighted to see her growing love for her expression and would wish her to continue it nurturing!! with love

Life's incredible moments  when mind stops thinking  and heart stops ceasing!! When every move you take seems arduous when your intentions are pure but your mind is ambiguous you want to embark the mere first step seems  a 'task' Your sleepless nights, gaping eyes, insecure soul all mug you  up even though you abhor fickle minded you shoo your way looking for some direction, some goal to stay hunting and binging doesn't lead you anywhere thrashed by failures and unknowing despair what! Must you do to keep going? Should you quit and stop exploring? Harsh are the ways of life You seek solace but you have to fare! The reality is struck with these novel episodes every day fresh and always galore Don't you stop! Don't shun! That door shall open!  and  Don't run! Keep your faith and keep trying Sustain hope that's only your side!

In the midst of this sunny week a day that is long forlorn,  on its own leaping gradually,  with all dislikes, hate and comment,  unwelcome like an unknown guest, sheepishly thinking to restore faith;  in the minds of many who hath  been romancing in the gaze of yellow hues,  smiling with the fragrance of blues; who wants dull, dreary and windy time,  joys stay with daisies and sunshine;  windmill, leaves n the boughs,  yearn for that vow;  why did you deceive! Oh! forgetful sun!! unworthy friendship!! please shun!!

It's almost four months since I got my Kindle as my b'day present. I have manageg to download and categorically maintain a beautiful catalogue of some books. Most of them are from free kindle store. However, since I haven't read them, so I found it even more attractive to embark on this venture. Now, four months on, I still have the same number of books without even a single piece read! The excitement of having an e-book reader is somewhere concealed under these so many formalities and undesirable searching, reading and understanding the unusual functions of this technically advanced gadget. Perhaps, my simple maneuvers didn't find their way to get the ABC'S clear in my mind. So, since October I have read some books but not on kindlle, instead on my old paper print! Somehow, the smell of the pages, the touch of the print and the book's control in my hands, fills my heart with a sense of achieving something... I wonder when will I be able to inculcate the same ...

Our four plus daughter wakes up in the morning with a beautiful smile and a proclamation, " Happy Valent...eene...'s day Mumma!" And she goes on to say, " I will gift you red roses and a lil red heart pillow. I will gift papa my teddy and a card." I am surprised though no one in the house had talked about getting red today! Forget about 'Valentine's day'. When asked she replied with a sweet smile," Easy! (shrugged her shoulders). Every one bring red flowers today, I saw at the sainbury's yesterday.( a shopping store!). I hardly have ever noticed the flower corner at the shopping store. But, Siya did! I had forgotten that Siya has started her reading and forming words by joining sounds and letters! Some common and most popular ones are 'love', 'happy' 'day'... So, she had easily picked the common ones and the T.V had informed the rest!! Whatever be the means, I guess the true message of spreading love is surely into...

Love has its innumerable connotations today! In the form of romance or in the form of commitment, In the form of mere obligation or in the form of unrequited love, in the form of a flashy proclamation...in contrast to a quiet gesture of heart felt true feelings...The magic of 'red' is spread everywhere. Commercialized feelings are packed in different colorful gift packages and commitments are claimed profoundly with numerous romantic, love filled sentences on red' cards...for an everlasting, peaceful, love filled life...though it hardly ever lasts... for a year! As the same is expected, commemorated, celebrated and committed for another set of everlasting love life!! No offence, I do appreciate this gesture of remembering St. Valentine for his sacrifice and his respect for 'love'. But, in the present times, the whole idea of realizing the true essence of 'love' is obscured in this canopy of commercialization. Husbands and male lovers specially have a tough...

Sounds quite racy and marathony!( read marathon) After consistently watching some heroic stories of great women on TV series, I am more than inspired to write this and somehow acknowledge the true worth of a woman. How undoubtedly tedious, hard and tough it is to be an inspiration for all! If that is a woman, believe me it's almost double! Woman, irrespective of her class, creed, social position or culture, shares the same shades of toil and hard work.If one is successful, then shades of super hard work and super expectations. From a simple laborer to a glamorous super mom, all have to be their best to inspire. This is truly reflected when a woman is best complimented or commented not by her partner or husband, but by her child! Don't ask! the famous channel here had aired a programme where some school mums were revolutionized and made over in a day after they dropped their kids at school. When the kids saw their mums later in the day, they were thrilled to see glamor mums in ...

Siya’s first friend at school Intimate, close and warm bond that siya shares with Keeley, her beautiful English friend is unmatchable. A year prior to her starting her school, I used to wonder how she will adjust and settle. Two months down and she already had uncountable stuff to talk about. Though, I still was ambiguous about her friendship. Needless to say, her teachers often commented in the mornings and home time that siya is quite friendly with all. I had soon witnessed some occasional hugs and warm reciprocation of love between the two. Soon, Siya had a wonderful group of friends. Some names had become quite homely. Keeley, her favorite, Joshua, Taylor, Jaisha, Rachel and Dejorn. Being a mom, I was the most relieved person. I could relish her stories more happily and we both enjoyed talking long hours about her school escapades. But, it had to last! Nursery was about to end! Siya had to step on another platform, a more big class, a much bigger school and many more children. ...

Solitude: An Important Tool for Personal Growth and Development

It's quite strange to quote some strange experiences in this strange place!!! Last saturday, I met this old lady from Italy while shopping at the high street, mostly known as Oxford street. To elucidate further, I was supposed to shop some b'day presents for my hubby n daughter! But, knowing my disinterest in shopping (quite contrary to the common fact that females love shopping!! and I do not!!) So, hubby followed this tradition and I found a nice tuffet to sit. Not even a minute later this old Italian lady came with her family of four and sat beside me. I think she was much tired like me, as we started talking she said her grand daughter is going to turn twelve next month on 10th and since it's their school summer break, she will b taking her to her homeland, Paris. All her relatives from her husband's side were there in France and they were planning for a nice family reunion along with her grand daughter's birthday treat! It was a co- incidence, I told her that ...