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Of homes n hearts

I look at these beautiful images of homes with not a thing out of place, and wonder does anyone live there? Depsite a day long effort, my home is run down, with stains on the sofa, marks on the wall , a chip here and a crack there. In constant need of reconstruction! Those rooms are perfect , but probably dont have stories of spilled drinks and broken glasses and dent in the leather. Of my grandmother's armchair and my erratic gardening skills. People move on but the tales are carried forward. That is life...that is how you remain alive. PS The image is by a skilled photographer, who made even the mundane look magical !
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Being an eagle mum!

I always told this story to my trainees. About being the Eagle mum. An eagle mum prepares the nest in two layers, first downy feathers and below that,the thorns. When it is time to fly she removes the downy feathers so that the fledglings who refuse to fly fall on the thorns and that makes them flap n fly away! Bhaskar always calls is cruelty, the bojjat mommy! But to me its a way to push one out of the comfort zone, for the world waits beyond! My kiddos moved out to their own place today. And despite being an eagle mum, I kind of miss the chatter. I knew in my heart I would miss having them around... But they need to find their wings!

Book fair24

বইমেলা over the years! It used to be a birthday ritual me. But that too changed over the years. Covid, arthritis and this time a bad viral. But my spirit pulls me there. More than the বই its the হইচই।

Angry birds

I heard a strange chirp and found these two. My mother called them 7 sisters, and they used to create merry hell in the garden at her parent's Benaras bunglow. Today they came in two. Stayed. And played around the pots, looked around and chirped. Birds always remind me of ma, who loved all crestures big n small. Her birthday month brings in all kinds...from butterflies to birds! A grey day brings in cheer!

if I.......

If I come back again , I will be in the land of Kilimanjaro Under an Acacia tree I will rest. Or walk with the lions Tame an elephant and wear Red ! If I come back again, Will I try to find you? I may and I may not. For I love watching sunsets alone, See the colors change in the sky And patterns the clouds make. If I come back again I may be a matriarch In a herd Majestic and mammoth or just someone who watches the snows of Kilimanjaro!

Shalikh saga

Spot the bird. Gets a shoo for being single... But of late it is building a nest. Maybe....the wedding bells will toll! Soon.

White n pink

Of late I keep dreaming of a white bunglow with pink Bougainville arching its gate. The gate opened to a lawn with a fragnant frangipani tree in one corner and wild roses covering the wall. Strange that I should go back to that house even in my dreams. I have lived in houses with gardens, and never thought much about them. Looked out for snakes, and yes I encountered quite a few. My friends joke I am a magnet for ghosts and snake. And hated the pollen season as it meant allergy and anti histamine. So its strange that I should go back , like Manderlay minus the sinister. With age I took to plants and balcony gardening. I still struggle with flowers, but I love the green, the solo bird that visits. We now hold a conversation. Tell him about finding a partner! Maybe it has, because it brings twigs even bits of pieces of celotape, to show me that it is building a home. Life goes on.....My dreams go back in past.... Shows I am growing old... Finally!