Daily Diaries 2

With determination and high hopes I opened my precious dried Pea Pod in the month of October. It was time to plant the seed inside the womb of the Almighty Mother Earth. With utter care and patience it was my turn to wait for the seeds to sprout. Like an enthusiastic (lunatic) curiosity I watched keenly at the spot. Loving and caressing the dirt below my palm in the pot.

On the other side my ‘Pati Parmeshwar’ was also hopeful to become a father again of the most beautiful and adorable Pea Pods in the universe to take birth right in our mini garden. He started looking forward for the day our loving plant decides to deliver the lustrous perfect pods. He even decided to name the pods – Pitta, patta, patter…. Blah blah blah…

It was January now and our eyes glistened with love and tears when we first spotted the tiny miniscule buds on the plants. What a bliss it was. But God has some other plans stored for us. He took away our happiness by sending extreme harsh winter. To our horror all our pea plants succumb to the intense cold wave ‘aur allah ko pyaare ho gaye’..

My world came crashing down and then I saw one plant shining and smiling at me with a lovely beautiful yellow flower by the end of february. Ahaa!! so God loves me a lot I know. That is why my ‘Mehnat rang(flower) laai.. aur meri goad mein ek nanhe munne ‘pea’ ki kilkari dikhai di….

Soon that flower blossomed into a perfect Pea Pod. It was time for my ‘Pati Parmeshwar’ to inspect with his sombre look. 

Satisfied! He smiled and said with love ‘Janeman.. aaj to matar pulav bana hi do…!!

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Daily Diary 4

Amidst the so called holiday (self Quarantined) mode I woke up to a beautiful morning. Trees danced with gentle zephyr, swirling yellowed leaves tiptoed whistling and smiling on the earth. 

Sweet chirpings enveloped the arena happily smiling and singing fluttered from one flower to the other. Pregnant clouds hovered above dulling the sun sending soothing sensations.

I perched myself on my garden swing with a soothing mug of hot coffee and found a sense of overwhelming happiness. Hubby and daughter joined me with their mugs. My eyes met them and we all smiled. 

A genuine, happy, carefree smile. 

What is more my heart can ask for?

Life is so very simple

Some free time and a smile

Simple things make life worthwhile

Fragrant clean air with

Rain washed happy greens

Birds in their nest

Chirping and tweeting

A content heart

Enjoy it from the start!

 ~24/03/2020~

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Daily Diary 3

One fine spring afternoon, from my dining room, I was feasting my eyes on the various colours and fragrance of the flowery beauties right across my window. I was overwhelmed with Almighty’s grace on us for providing with so many feasts for our soul.

Suddenly, I noticed from the keyhole of the main door their came striding a buzzing yellow bee. It felt as if she was happy to complete her quest to enter my home. She happily buzzed all around. 

Lusciously she sucked the nectar from the blue orchids adorning my dining table. When she was full she happily checked all the furniture and walls. She felt at peace inside. But then she gazed out from the window and started banging on the glass pane to reach the other side. Her keyhole entry was lost in the quest to inspect things there. Now, she was jittery as she knew she has to be out in the garden as that is the place where she belongs. The 10 day old orchid inside was simply an illusion which lured and captivated her for some time, but her soul could only be happy outside.

I was compelled to do something for her and so I set her free by opening the door and letting her smell and feel the fresh air full of fragrance of flowers all around.

What if her coming inside was a message for me in some way? What if she wanted to tell me that I have entered in this world through the keyhole and now lost in the world hovering over fake or stale flowers/happiness when the ‘Real’ happiness lies just outside the window. The world is small and petty as compared to the outside which is vast and never ending. It is full of fresh flowers waiting for me to suck their nectar. I am trapped inside. When will my gates open? And by whom ?

Hello! Anyone listening ? I need to open my wings and scale the heights of this vast nebula of nothingness.

#KahaniDurbar #DailyDiary 3

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Daily Diary 1

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Mrs Perfect(ME) was in a hurry as like always when she was late her maid decides to give her a surprise holiday. So with the lack of time she wore her magic cape and turned into a Super-PowerPacked woman working and finishing the household chores at a Super Sonic speed.

She patted her back for actually completing all the work and had time to bathe and wash her hair. But as you all are aware when you are late the Universe conspires against you and brings more challenges into your life. 

Ahaa! So this was no special day. The bottle full of ‘Amma ka laad bhara aam ke achaar ki bottle’ went crashing on the floor with thousands of sparkling tiny diamonds glistening and smiling at her from the freshly mopped floor. 

Pheww! Oh! Not now..Arghhh!

Back with a broom and mop picking those diamonds smirking at her and putting them in the bin along with ‘Maa ka pyaar bhara achaar’ 

Bohooohooo!

Finally, it was time for a bath. Now no time for a leisure bath but had to be real quick with those long tresses to be washed as they were meticulously oiled the night before giving the most (un)desirable flat gelled (un)model like look. Baah! how do these models carry so much of gel on their hair and look prettiest.  I look like a cat out of water (or is it a fish out of water ?? - whatever)

Well no time for all these fancy ‘gyaan bhari baatein’ it was time for a quick fastest possible bath. Accomplishing that too with a supersonic speed now was the time to moisturize the skin which itched when not treated well. 

Ahaan… cannot take any risks today as had an important meeting with the client. Mrs Perfect quickly pressed the nozzle of the big bottle standing tall on her basin. After generously applying on hands and leg the horror of another blunder hit her blocking all the air as if being punched in the stomach. Damn.. it was not a dollop of moisturizer resting on her hands and legs but it was hand wash beaming with satisfaction of finally touching the areas never explored before, standing mischievously right beside the moisturizer.

Well!! It was an accomplishment for completing another bath and reaching office just in time.

Ahaa........! what a blissful fulfilling energetic workaholic morning it was.

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