In my writing groups where we are doing a "write for an alphabet each day ", writing exercise I chose H for Heart , for Day 8.
My inspired , gushing heart turned poetic and here is what is wrote for H for Heart....
You throb, so I live
You flip and I trip
You race and I am smitten
You break and am a wreck
You heal and I become whole again
In your will , I can
In your pulse , I am …
And was chasing the Sunrise on the 1st morning ! First light filtered through the famous raintrees of Fort Kochi as S and I walked through the pretty lanes of Fort Kochi with its many cafes, colonial buildings and art houses ending in the Fort Kochi beach..
Hope the year brings with it opportunities for travel, hanging out with my favorite people, many creative avenues, and also the enduring comfort of being home with routines I cherish . More reading , more mindfulness , more being more of myself .. physically , mentally and spiritually !
How different the new year would be , depends on what difference we bring about in our own selves .. Yes there are things we can never anticipate and this is something to be hopeful or apprehensive about … but how we meet the year is entirely up to us .
But a New year does excite me ! A time to reflect on what went by and make plans for what could be .
"Hope springs eternal" famously wrote British Poet Alexander Pope in his "An essay on man" and it is in basic human nature to find things to be hopeful about !
So Welcome 2022 ! Show us what you got !
Food for me is all about being hearty , simple , flavorful and those that get made without much of a fuss. Am also for all the local flavours and produce.
My mothers' cooking remains the biggest influence and I cherish her delicious cooking . some of the tastes are just etched on the memory and going home always is a chance to indulge in some comfort food.
I have a collection of cook books , but the note book I keep going back to is the one which has my mother's recipes .
Here's to warmth , comfort , health and a bowl of great food !
Growing up these were the most trusted forms of communication and I remember waiting with anticipation to the postman on a cycle to stop by at our home . and Mom reading out aloud letters from her sisters .... I have written quite a few too and also had a pen-friend in Germany , a lovely girl who I used to write you . wonder how that correspondence stopped .
With the Email of the 90s and the instant messaging of the current times , letter writing is all but a lost art .. a relic of the past .....
I still write long hand letters to friends , of course ending up couriering them ...
Sometimes slow does seem romantic , in these instant times :)
Breathtaking views of the surroundings suffused with divinity and serenity and the majestic goddess overlooking her lay ....
The temple steeped in antiquity is said to be consecrated by Lord Parasurama and visited by the Pandava princes with Draupadi during their year in exile performing austerities . The hillock is also believed to have been the abode of many ascetics and continues to be so ...An oasis of tranquility on a hillock...
