Thoughts and Inspirations


Mountains and Valleys

Location : Cafe Shillong  | Date : 17th April 2017

Mountains and valleys, oh what a joy. 

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Quaint hill side destinations always has me thinking deep… introspecting.

The hills and mountains bring a smile on my face. Sight of them towering above me is crazily satisfying.

A look of idolising in my eyes, like I have met someone I admire !

I feel this each time I see a towering hill or mountain. I wonder why. Is it the scale of the mountain that makes me feel trivial beside it? Maybe.

It is almost like the hill is looking at me and saying – ‘O Human! Look at you, such a tiny little thing!’ – in an affectionate way.  

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The enormity of tall peaks and endlessness of plunging valleys is humbling and exhilarating at the same time.

You know you are in a wonderful place when the view outside your car window is a blanket of clouds at your eye 3

How travelling opens up mind and changes a person forever.

New place, new culture, new food, new experiences, new landscapes….takes my breath away and leaves me feeling like a tiny speck in the lap of Mother Nature.

So much more to see, so much more to do. I discover yet again that I yearn for the mountains. Oh!


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The End

Why does this phrase evoke mixed emotions? It’s a relief in difficult situation but unwarranted in happier ones.

Why does this phrase not fit into a consistent category? At times it’s in the guise of a new opportunity while becomes a closed door in others.

Why does this phrase come with a heavy price? It always takes the end of a life, an era or an opportunity to realise true worth of what was existing.

Wonder why people have good things to talk about a person only at his/her funeral and not see it while the person is alive? Why does it take THE END of a person to begin talking about their goodness?

Sad but true. THE END is ironic indeed!



A work trip that is hurriedly called for and packed with a tight schedule can be quite unnerving. Especially if it is with people you are meeting for first time. Any number of ice breaking attempts or pleasant conversations cannot replace the discomfort one feels in such situations. Am not a person who can easily ignore my surroundings and get lost in my own world. I tend to participate a tad bit too much in the goings on. So sitting there in the passenger seat beside driver, I looked at changing landscape and steady oncoming traffic with trepidation. Driving through small towns having people with little or no traffic sense can have its own share of tense moments. Each time there was a vehicle or human coming dangerously close to us, my legs would tense up as though it is me who needs to hit on brakes and not the driver. With shop fronts and vehicles whizzing past, I was intently looking ahead at traffic. The discomfort of company I had and excitement of the road trip caught better of me in a while and I leaned back on headrest. It was then that the most interesting thing happened.

Leaning back shifted my line of vision from road to a few degrees upward. What I saw now was an entirely different perspective. My vision was filled with silhouettes of tree tops, various size, shape and colour. Trees were zooming past and birds were flying against the backdrop of blue sky. The relative movement of our vehicle and my fixed gaze skyward were creating a collage of rapidly changing forms. Blue sky and green foliage soothed mind and senses. I now forgot the goings on! I relaxed my shoulders, breathed out the trepidation and began enjoying the drive. Drive to our destination – a beautiful hill town.

I realised yet again that sometimes all it takes is a slight tilt in your angle of vision to change an entire perspective. It works! Make your journey of life, BEAUTIFUL. 



Tiring. Being a student of creative work was that and more some days. She lay there closing her eyes, trying to fill her mind with the George Michael song playing in her room when she heard a sudden rustle of the butter papers next to her. She opened her eyes to see a soothing visual through her room window. The sky had bathed in a pale hue of the diminishing golden Sun. ‘ Oh, what a sight !’ she thought. As the strong breeze continued to torment the butter papers, she walked to the window to take in more of the visual treat and looked up to see a crowding of dark clouds. They added to charm of the evening – a melange of orange, blue, grey and more! Breeze kissed her face, soothed her mind and calmed her nerves. Inhaling cool air deeply, all agitation in her mind few moments earlier was now replaced by pleasant thoughts – thought of poetry, thought of peace, thought of how nature can make the same old neighbourhood suddenly look like a different place. How her eyes and mind were focussed on nature’s treat to her senses and put all the worldly things out of focus.

‘Moments like these are best experienced with near and dear ones’ is what they say. But then she thought, who can be near and dear to her more than her own self ! Why ask for anyone when Mother Nature is being her companion in changing loneliness into blissful solitude. How magical , how wonderfully therapeutic !

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Feeling light..

Weight management – a word that she never comprehended really. Having been on the leaner side all her life, she did not know how it was to feel heavy and would wonder every time a person linked their weight to a particular problem. She always moved through such situations with a sort of a indifferent approach, until – until there came a part of her life where the lean frame was not so lean any longer. Blame the age or the work stress or the lifestyle. Whichever be the reason, it sure taught her what all those ‘weight related’ conversations meant. A flip in the needle on weighing scale in a direction usually not preferred by any, made all the difference in her otherwise indifferent approach to weight. Slowly but surely, she now realised that one cannot appreciate the feeling of ‘light’ unless one has put up with few extra kilos.

‘Appreciate what you have before its gone’, she thinks.


To Be…..


As I stood there with my camera, looking for a good click, I heard a mild humming sound at my feet. Looking down I saw a patch of Touch-me-nots all along the pathway – a rare sight nowadays in the city. Swirling around them were a set of bees, busy with agenda of touching every flower around. They were enough to keep me hooked for next quarter hour, trying to frame them in my lens. As tireless as theyIMG_0194blog seem, moving from one flower to other, not touching any of their leaves, lest they clam up!’Honey making is a serious business requiring hard work and agility’, I ponder. 

The ups and downs, highs and lows, twists and turns, stops and starts of those ‘ Busy Bees’ kept my lens moving here to there. My minimal skills in the world of DSLR photography were not helping. The frames captured were missing the subject and ending up as a series of floral imagery. Realising a need for some forethought and planning on my behalf, I made my moves more swift. After a few more misses, I got what I was looking for. I now have some pictures that I will cherish for a long time to come. 

To be(e) …. agile and patient at the same time, seems to be the key ! 


The Starter !

Here I am after spending longer time than anyone would at the initial steps to set up a blog page. Took a while to even think of the name to give and title to choose etc. Makes me wonder how I will manage to make blog entries at this rate !!

Well, lets see how it goes in the days to come. For now, I am happy to be here, happy to be able to put my thought on paper and have few people reading it too. Many a times certain thoughts that are worth sharing tend to stay back in mind of the thinker and vanish within few seconds or minutes or hours. Its happened to me too and hence this foray into writing.

I intend to write about simple things and in a simple way. It maybe a thought process from within or it may be things around which inspire me. Here is hoping that the blog unfolds well in the days to come.