A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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A Luminous Lodestar

It’s been a year, for the stars, you and your nearly 3 weeks older cousin, hasn’t it?

A year to mark, the first of the tally-count of yearning, to simply see you.

A year, a whole year of watching you grow, gurgle, giggle, glow! A year, dearest dearest Dhruv, A YEAR!

We meet almost each day though, through smiles, songs, squeals and sillinesses. The kind that Achammas and Grandbetas make their very own, for we’re exempt, aren’t we, from keeping rules-schmooles!!!

I wish I were holding you right now, instead of sending you these word-hugs to tell you how much I love you! How much I wish…. No no, Achamma won’t just wish, she shall make it happen… She’ll sing “Just you wait ‘enry ‘iggins, Just you wait” (Pssst… Your mom and I watched it a long time ago, together, and laughed so hard – let’s watch too, sometime, with your siblings, the N gals! Naina is going to roll her eyes I know 😂)

Darling Dhruv, here’s wishing you a happy happy FIRST! And here’s my wish:

The stars in my eyes
Glow all the brighter
Because you’re YOU!

May the naughty sparkle in your eyes always shine 🤩

May the innocent smiles you give so easily, never fade!

May your gurgling laughter ever bubble
Lending wings to happinesses…

Your tiny chubby fists
Hold our hearts!

Make us breathless, make us love you all the more!

May each day be a confetti burst of all you wishes
With laughter and tears, sometimes
Smiles and sounds
Friends and family
Birds, trees and animals
Books and stories, and warm sloppy hugs and kisses
And an ever happy wagging tail
That’s Bowie’s!

May these be yours!

Stay blessed, dear one. Love.

15 June, 2021


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Yester-eve

The now is a story

Far away, out of reach

Of yester-eve.

You were there

In my arms

A smitten twosome

Like no other.

Arrogant, in love.

They say, don’t they, that

Pride does go before a fall.

So it was. We fell, when you did.

And what a fall is this!

A heartbeat’s pause.

A breath half drawn.

A blink of

Teardrop tipped lashes

That’s all it takes to become a memory.

But,

Smitten we are.

Still. I know.

Reaching for the other

Still arrogant

Knowing, so certain,

When it’s time

We’ll find each other’s arms.

Again.

25 April, 2021, Day#25 of #napowrimo 2021

Today’s is free hand 😬😍
And this is Naina’s. A mandala fell from the sky, she says, and all the *critters* are waiting to get it, some surprised, some eager, some waiting to drink it! ❣️🥰 Her stories are like no other!


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(E)xhale

Quelling disquiet.
Seeking quietude.
And being given that,
I wonder
All of a sudden,
Why I sought
What I did.

The quiet envelops
Your mind
To the point
The warm cocoon stifles.

There’s only one thing
To do, now.

Breathe. Listen.
Your breath speaks.
You listen.

Breathe. Exhale.
The cocoon gentles
Into translucent strands
Slowly parting way.

Reach out, touch
Move your thoughts
That little bit
To the right
Having left victimhood aside.

You’ll be okay.
You’ll be okay.

Breathe. This mantra:
This too shall pass.

24 April, 2021, Day#24 of #napowrimo 2021 is a page out of my own ODAAT series (one day at a time 🙂 ) written when I was in quarantine, upon my return from Sydney at the end of May, 2020. It seemed perfect for the times, for the letter X, with suitable hacks 🙂

The mandala today, to me, is airy ☺️


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Wings of Fancy

How do you lock down;
Batten down the hatches
On the craft at
Stormy seas?

Churning waves of disquiet.

The other kind of quiet
Is merely a cue,
A prelude, if you wish,
To the Overture of the
Tumult.

That’s when you escape.
Release the catch.
That kept you in place.

Fly. Erupt maybe.
But yes, lose yourself
Like never before.

That’s the only way
You keep you.

23 April, 2021, Day#23 of #napowrimo 2021

I wrote this one on 29th March. Little did I realise that I would feel this, on the day I’m sharing it on the blog. The tumult. The escape. The storm within.

My country is going through collective trauma. Those who still can feel and see are, that is. The pandemic is a never ending trauma. Lives taken, through disastrous management of resources and poor leadership in a situation where personal gains of the leadership far outweighs its inherently unassailable responsibility to its peoples.

Failure is writ large on them.

It is the ones who still have a conscience, that work, selflessly, relentlessly, unconditionally towards healing and solace. Gazillion amount of gratitude to them doesn’t cover it. This includes overworked health care workers, those at crematoriums, the volunteers working at their devices on gathering, verifying data, and disseminating information on resources, every person who will rage against this dying night…

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

You are my water colour wheel of hope.

Thank you Swati for the session today and Elsa for this gift
Naina also made one ❤


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Voices

A soft voice within:

I’m here. Always will be.
Please believe. I love you.
Because you are enough.
As you are…

Silence answers her.

The Impostor’s back, you see.

22 April, 2021 Day#22 of #napowrimo 2021 is pretty much forced. Because, duh, impostor rules the day 😀

Sigh. A simple one today!