The Beach Camper

As we lazily strolled on the beach of Goa on a hot October afternoon, I realised for sure we are beach people, or else why would we be here! The beach is almost empty, except for one or two souls and the many friendly dogs that appeared now and then wagging their tails. The ocean appeared vaster than what it appears when it’s crowded. It was getting hotter and our hats or sunglasses were not helping, “a few more steps and we shall leave” said DH.

Do you believe in law of attraction?? Or manifestations?? Well this was my day!

Walking past, I saw this camper, I could see a bed inside, curtains on the windows, clothes line-drying outside and a man sitting outside doing something…..it took me a few minutes before the voice in my head yelled at me….”its a home”!! “ITS A HOME”!!!

Well, let me explain, I am a big fan of small space living movement or say sustainable living. I have seen all…..I mean literally ALL the videos on ‘living in camper or bus, tiny house movement and similar videos  available on the internet. I am completely thrilled by the idea of it, but for some reason I was convinced that it is not possible in India, given our social structure. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not the ‘matter of space’ that bothers, infact, I know families of 5-8 members living in one bedroom space. It’s not about space, for me its about breaking free of the material trap, not giving in to the fears created by society to controll us….the idea of breaking free from all these bondages has always intrigued me. There are many I have come across in different stages of my life who have made these choices and it’s always inspiring to meet them. But this, I  was least expecting.

I saw a tall, sun burnt man standing in front of the camper van. At a distance, a little girl was balancing on the edge of a boat. I walked past in disbelief.

After a few wise words from DH, on our way back, I walked up to the camper, introduced myself and what a friendly family!! Gagan is a free spirited guy, he was warm and welcomed my questions. He has been living in the camper for over five years now, with his beautiful wife Gitanjali and ‘little mogli’ Rashika, their daughter.
Born and brought up in Himachal Pradesh, Gagan worked in Canada before quitting his job for his love for travel. He spent a major part of his savings in building this camper.

The nomadic life feels home, he said. He is not much of a social media person and one cannot even reach him on face book or whatsapp! He prefers to visit relatives and friends once in a while over text chatting. When asked, ” how does he manage his day to day finances and if he worries about the future?” He said, ” regarding money, I’ve savings from my previous job that keeps us going and if I worry about my future….he smiled and said, No”!

As we chatted, a fluffy dog came running towards us with blood strains around his neck, it’s their dog Ramcharan and the whole family gathered. Gitanjali rushed in all concerned, she brought some turmeric powder and applied it on Ramcharan’s wound. That was my first impression of Gitanjali, a loving person. As we slowly got into conversation, I realised this lifestyle was not something Gitanjali had dreamt of or aspired for, yet she has merged in as if it was always hers! She then gave me an insight of their day to day lifestyle. While I panic when there is no running water or when the pantry is empty, she has outgrown these fears over the years. ‘Hojata hai (things fall into place)’…she says. She shared how cooking dinner under the stars makes every dinner special!  She  enjoys their undivided family time. What I saw was, one proud woman and mother.

The simplest kitchen

Composting Toilet

All Smiles!!

Of all, I fell in love with Rashika! Children as such are the perfect reflection of their family and environment but when close to nature they are like encyclopedia, so was she!  She knows swimming, she knows how to fish, she loves star gazing, a natural storyteller and what not! She even invited us to join her for fishing, which we so much wanted to, but had to sadly decline, if only we haven’t had our plans booked. After listening to her many stories we realised it was time for us to say goodbye!

DH had been clicking pictures without my knowledge during our conversations, for which I can thank him now! As we walked DH asked, “so….??”, I replied, ” It is hot and am damn hungry….but I feel …..good!”  Their passion and positivity had left us with a feeling of contentment. I so much wished we had more time to spend, wish I could get glimpse of a day in their lives. So much is there to be heard and said….may be for another day!

I recollected a few take aways from this meeting:- 1. No matter how hard something appears, some one some where has done it! 2. Things, always fall into their places!  And most importan of all, “No matter what… if you ask a question, you shall receive an answer”. Law of attraction.

 

A page from my diary: Seva gram, Wardha

I was going through some of my old diaries, when a loose page fell down, it was a page where I had penned down my experiences of staying at Several gram.
I had a long desire to experience ashram life. Its slow pace, simplicity and some unknown force attracted me. By this time I was already trained in Yoga and was into meditation, but my lifestyle and ashram lifestyle were poles apart. And I was in need of a break. It was winter of 2010,  when I along with some friends decided to visit Seva gram.

Seva gram is located at Wardha, Maharastra. It was one of Gandhiji’s residence,which is currently preserved by a small community of Gandhian’s. There are certain rules that one has to follow if they choose to experience ashram life and we choose to experience the fullest.

I would wake up at 4:30 am, attain morning prayer and then resume back to sleep (those were the only times I woke up that early),  wake up again at 7 am, help in whatever ashram work allotted to us, freshen up and join others for breakfast ; after which we helped in the farm works or goshala for an our or so. We were mostly free after lunch to explore or stay in the ashram; we decided to rather explore. Afternoon was the time when ashram mates attended tourists and practiced an hour of silent weaving. By evening we were supposed to gather for the evening prayer, followed by a simple dinner. The last activity of the day was where we sat together for a reading of  Bhagwat Geeta (or biographies), formal introductions, sharing songs and experiences.

Though a short stay, it was full of newness. There were many things I was doing for the first time, there were moments of wonder as well as frustration….and that day was one such day…
—————————————————————————————————————————————–Working in the farm, removing weeds, plucking veggies, preparing new beds, I silently said to myself, ” it’s only been three days and every inch of my muscle is aching, I looked at my nails, my nails are all black and my fingers are swollen. It’s not all that fun after all.” At this point , the saying, “be a smart worker rather than a hard worker” was making more sense.

Before I could think any further , the little voice inside me was quick to say, ” Look Jolly, look around you…..”

I looked up, I saw Kusum Tai sitting silently at a distance removing weeds, she is 86 years old living here since she was 13. She rarely speaks until asked and least about herself. I was lucky to be sharing her room. Her day starts at 3:30 am and ends at 9:30 or 10 pm and in this mean time I never ever saw her taking a nap. She was either working in the farm, cleaning her house, reading, writing, meditating, weaving…gardening, attending visitors and don’t know what else as I was very regular with my naps.

With contrast to our modern day belief, where we treat our bodies as something that should be preserved, cared for, pampered, enjoyed and by the time we reach 60 or 70 then we tend to drag this body with heaps of medication as if, we have not had enough? As if there is still something left to be enjoyed , as if we are in a competition of ” who’s gonna live longer?”??

As thoughts got intense and unbearable I looked away and started working again. The chipping sounds from distance, trees swinging along with the wind and the sweet noise it made… now and then a cow mooed from the goshala, my hands felt the wet bed, the fresh green vegetables and the overloaded lemon tree from which bright yellow lemons were dropping now and then making a sound tap- tap, honestly at first the sound scared me, how often do we hear fruits falling from trees!? Soon, all these eased me.

I thanked God/ universe, despite all the odds it’s been kind to answer all my questions, allowing me to learn and grow at my own pace and many a time, things that appeared impossible, were made possible for me!
—————————————————————————————————————————————-Reading this page of my diary I feel so glad that I wrote down my experience in the very moment…now, it has brought back so many more memories….
Thanks Sandeep for making this trip possible!

A nest within my nest!

Have I not said this hundred times already! well, once again; I love birds!! I feel mesmerized when I see them sit quietly and attentively, I love listening to their chirping but I don’t like it when they fly away at the slightest of noise or movement. Every day, early in the morning while doing dishes I hear them chirping from my balcony. A bird feeder and water bowl waits for them.

Big world, little me!

All the houses I lived in my childhood have always been surrounded by huge trees; so, I am used to those morning calls and busy afternoons. Cows will hang out under those trees, strays almost took over our sitting areas and there were bugs, insects, butterflies, dragonflies and many more, so its natural to develop a liking towards them.

After moving to Hyderabad, I missed that all, so much so that I even dreaded to hear the crows cawing. Until recently different birds and crows have started flocking in, so I did my bit by hanging a bird feeder and placing a water bowl. A year back or so, a cute little couple  built their nest in my neighbor’s balcony who were out of station and I was overwhelmed, at the same time sad; overwhelmed because getting them to befriend me, was now a matter of balcony-to-balcony job and sad because, why not my balcony!?

Sorting out some misunderstanding!!

I could have just waited but waiting is difficult, isn’t it? So I decided to help them realize that they are welcome here, my home is a comfortable & cozy place, to convey this I built a nest! Yes…a man made nest!! I know, I know, birds sense human touch and have apprehension towards it, yet I did. I got different reactions, like, DH was speechless, some whatsapp friends were all aww….. and some were upfront, “Jolly, you are silly” they said.

Getting all creative….

The very first memory of birds in my life was the one that my sister shared with me. We are four siblings and the eldest, our sister raised us, as our mother suffered from schizophrenia when I was a toddler. When a sibling has to get into the shoes of parents, things are different…. and difficult. Its like four kids walking in the darkness, holding each others hand, one kid ahead of the other. In that circumstance, one learns fast & grows up fast. And the one in the front, takes the most strikes.

I have a picture of her in my mind, silently sitting alone on the varanda of our 1 bedroom house and looking at nothingness. May be that was her time of reflection. Once, after a stormy night she sat outside drowned in her thoughts; tree branches had fallen, the wind had carried with it dust, papers and wrappers: small stream of water was flowing along side the road, that’s when a little bird caught her attention, the tiny bird was busy picking up sticks, grasses, threads and whatever it could fit into its beak and fly away. The rain had possibly washed away her nest and there she was toiling hard to build back her nest. One stick in its beak and it would fly away, again it would come back to pick up a blade of grass and fly away just to return again. One thing at a time. She went on and on. Sis chocked while sharing this incidence with me. It was the manifestation of her own life, our life. Till date it is fresh in my mind …. as if it was yesterday, as if…..

Site inspection

That was a day and this is today, I find it easier to communicate with birds & strays more than humans. Today we are busy, we are so busy, that we don’t have time for anything. And the ones who are at most loss … are children. They don’t count stars anymore, they don’t climb trees, no more paper boats, they spend hours staring at TV and playing games on mobile phones. And this concerns me.

In the depth of my heart I know, that day, those little birds gave her (my sis) the strength to go on, and the many little birds and ants and lizards, insects that we grew up with, those trees that we climbed and the animals around us, give us the strength. That’s how my sister raised us into who we are today.

My self-made-nest stood their for the longest time, until one day I heard the sweetest noise I have been waiting to hear. They are here!!!

Home-Sweet-Home!!

I can’t dance!

Finally, Annual day function is over and now I can breathe a sigh of relief. Things did not go the way I wanted them to, but that’s the way, I was prepared for it. Two things I was looking after; one, a dance no. “Ande ka Funda”  which turned out good and then, a play on “Akbar & Birbal”, that too was fine. The day was so chaotic that I couldn’t get a single proper click. With kids, they are either hungry, thirsty or ‘urgently’ in need to use the wash room, and all this with their costumes falling apart… Lol.

A few days prior to the final day, while we were practicing, something happened, and that I am going to share. While dance & play practices were running full fledged, ‘Vasant’ who was one of the participants in a dance performance and also playing the part of Birbal in my play comes to me and says, ” Teacher, I can’t dance, I don’t dance!” What he meant was, he wanted to back out of the dance performance. I had overheard other teachers complaining about him, but I wanted to hear it from him; “Why?” I asked, he fumbled, Aayaan (another boy) quickly said, “Teacher, so and so teacher said that he is bad, he cant dance, that’s why he doesn’t want to participate”.
I very well know how this feels, I have been there, I guess we all have been there. As kids, we are often told what-all we can’t do, even before giving a fare chance. We are told that, “you can’t dance”, “you can’t sing”, “you are not beautiful” or “you are poor at Maths or English” etc etc.. and those remarks get carved on the delicate little minds forever.

Even though such comments might not be intentional, to kids they are verdicts. When we say something like, “you cant dance”, we are planting a seed, a seed of fear. Fear of looking bad, fear of being judged, fear of stage, fear of not knowing something which every one else apparently to know. Recall that situation when all kids are playing, dancing and there is one kid standing in the corner, away from all, that kid is tagged as shy or introvert. I say… think again,  it might appear as just another incident but for ‘that kid’ its a lost moment.

“You are doing fine Vasant!” I said, “See… we all have different bodies and different ways our body moves, Aayaan’s dance steps are too fast, Darshan steps comes easy, and yours are little slow, but there is nothing like you can’t do! Ww just need to practice! Tell me which steps you are facing difficulty in and we will work it out.”

Aayaan: “Yes teacher my mother also says the same thing, with practice you can do everything but if you give up you loose!”

That’s it! We practiced and they merge into their playful state and never did I saw anyone hesitating or shying away. Children are smarter than we think, they already know what they need to know. As teachers we just need to remind them and trust them.

As I write this, I am lying down with a sprain in my heels due to all those dance moves in the practice sessions! I too was told by some one that I can’t dance; so I never did. After all these years, with this event, I came face to face with my fear and realized it’s not true! I am okay … I am just fine.

Grey hat: Sai Charan, next is Darshan, center :Goutam, Vasant and Dillip, behind stands Aayaan!

My Religion….

Children are innocent,curious, straight with their questions, they hold no diplomacy and they are amazingly talented.

On the very first day at school, S ( the naughty boy) asked me, “teacher, do you go to Church?” I couldn’t understand the question, confused, I replied, “No…yes.. at times, why??”. He too got puzzled and ran away.

Little nephew’s experiments & my religion of Love!

The second time, it was three girls, they asked, “Teacher, what is your religion?” I laughed in my head and just before an answer slipped out, I held back and asked them in return, “why do you want to know?” One of them said, “We are Muslims (pointing towards themselves), she ( pointing towards another girl) is Hindu,so what are you?”. I said, ” I am human”, while they wondered one smart girl said, human means Hindu! I could no more hold my laughter. Human is not Hindu, human means insaan (translated to Hindi) I said. While they reflected and made assumptions, one of them said but we all are humans aren’t we? but then we all have a religion, what is yours? Humanity is the religion- I said; but teacher…..they said…let’s get back to studies I concluded. Not all questions are to be answered, let them unfold, discover, rediscover and swim into the ocean of possibilities…..!

And this continues, every now and then some or the other kid comes upto me and asks me if I am Hindu or Muslim or Christian.  Once a little girl (who is Christian) was scattered when I said, I am Hindu. Her tiny eyes were wide open and looked straight at me and said, “no teacher, you are Christian?!!” Those are the times when I laugh and laugh and laugh….

And all this because I dont wear a bindi, yes the small red dot worn by Hindus on  the forehead….has created rift in the little heads! Well I do wear  bindis inevitably when in-laws are around or even in front of my mother,  its a bit too much to expect from them to change to all the new ways! I neither support nor am I against any form of display in any belief system, I respect the decision of individuals who choose to do whatever until and unless its harmful to any one or anything.

Now, its not about me, its about the religious identity amongst such small children, while discussing these things with DH, we wondered whether its good or bad, right or wrong? Honestly, we cant say for sure, the only thing I can say is of my own experience. I studied in a Christian school, a total opposite environment from my home. While my mother even in her sleep will cover her head with her saree palloo and at school we saw teachers in knee length skirts. We (my elder brother and me) sang prayers praising Jesus and at home bowed in front of Shiva, Krishna and Sri Ram. Saw children and teachers from all class of the society and different religions. All this is difficult for a child, you don’t know your group, your true identity… all my life I lived with this one question, “Is this? Or is there something else?”

Today at this point, I can tell one thing for sure, differences are good. Discomfort is good. Like a blank  slate children should be allowed to draw as many different shapes as possible in their mind’s slate, because life is full of differences, there is no one way or fixed pattern, let kids SEARCH, CHOOSE and ACCEPT!

Life is all about that…isn’t it?

I am officially a teacher now!

How does it sound when an adult says,”I don’t know what to do with my life?”
Irresponsible…..Confused?? Whatever, its the truth for many and so it is to me.

To any child parents are the role model and they want to grow up to become them. I was no different, I wanted to be like my mother, a homemaker. But, as I grew, I could see I am not the ‘kind’. I was just not the kind. I very strongly feel my mother or my mother-in-law all the women of that era were the last of their kind. They had so much endurance, patience, they were compassionate, they hold a different conviction, their silence had way more power than any word. They were ‘proper’. I am not proper, I am everything but them, even as a kid, I had questions and I demanded answers. With changing time new generations are born…I guess. The battle between what I want to be and who I was, took me to places, from call center to hr then trained in Yoga and became a Yoga trainer, worked with ngo’s, a  Pranic healer and the list goes on and all this in the search of my own self…. and now I am a Teacher.

I was always doubtful about my abilities on being a teacher, I lack patience and my opinion on education is not very much in support of this current system, where there is so little space for exploration and creativity or self learning.

Lets see, if this is it or something else is stored for me!

Now on I’ll be sharing my experiences, opinions, concerns and funny moments. Today I want to share some very funny challenges I face everyday and how much I love them. I have already told you my expertise in attracting troubles, it’s no surprise that I’m the class teacher of the naughtiest class  of all,no, I dont say that, every one in the school says so. I dont have any problem with children being naughty, i think they should be naughty but as a teacher with 40 minutes in hand and a syllabus to cover….no, I cant allow screaming, howling, running to toilet every now and then, spilling water, talking….even if I want to. Out of these many unique children there are these three who stand out. And today’s post is all about them.

These 3 boys, mind it only boys who are taking me to another level of humanity. First boy, lets call him ‘S’, a bright student, naughty as hell. He has wheels attached to his feet. He knows what not to do, when not to do and why not to do so that he can do it all! He is constantly moving around the class and complaining about others. He knows his round face, dusky complexion, healthy build, naughty eyes can buy him sympathy so he does what he does.

Second boy, ‘L’, a thin lad, sharp features, and mischievous eyes,  very silent never utters a word. He only provokes others to scream! He acts like the future don! He sits like one, his shirts are not tugged in, his tie loose. No matter how much I punish him the moment class is over he gives me a damn. But I have found out, he is a quite a bright student and just needs extra attention.

Third on, ‘K’.The crying boy. He is always crying. He is small, thin,military hair cut. He enters the class crying, he spills water from his bottle 10 times within 5 minutes of entering the class, he looses his pencil or eraser or ruler or sharpener or something or the other and cries. He talks non stop. And he is a gem at heart, infact all of them are. Lets see whats stored up for me as these 3 boys are keeping me on my toes.

Next: “Whats you religion teacher?”

Spilled Camphor oil….

How often do you feel pity for yourself? How often do you ask “why me ….??”

Lemon oil & Alovera oil in the making!!

I read that camphor oil is good for acne prone skin (of which I have been suffering since a long time), so I made some to see if it really helps, must have used it for 3 days and the jar fell from my hand!
This is the 5th or 6th time I’ve prepared a medicated oil and lost it to my ability to attract troubles! Before this it was turmeric oil that I used as moisturizer and I spilled it during our trip to Pondicherry, in the hotel bathroom and then spent half an hour cleaning the shower, I couldn’t have left it like that! Before that it was curry leaves oil for hair, before that, it was pure ghee that I brought from home and spilled in the taxi! Before that, I prepared cinnamon oil and in the making process I was supposed to keep it some dark place… I kept it in such a dark safe place, I could not trace it back! Before that!? The endless number of times I’ve spilled my feet massage oil!

Triphala hair oil

Turmeric oil

Yes, I am the chosen one,who some way or the other lands up at the place where you ask yourself, “Why God….why me???” Its absolutely fine when such things happen within closed doors but, but, not always can one be that lucky!

I am not just an expert in spilling oils, I attract troubles in many different types and forms! I  am also a water problem expert. During our stay at Darjeeling, the hotel bathroom geyser denied us the luxury of hot water where as in Mysore hotel it was only hot water, so hot that I enjoyed steam bath all the days! Think how we brushed our teeth.
Fine, hotels are fine, rooms can be changed, but what if you are getting late to work and your own shower throws a tantrum, even for 5minutes!? I go through that everyday. No this doesn’t happen with DH.. or may be at times men are more patient (says hubby)!

One more click of Lemon oil & Alovera oil, will be ready by the end of December

The third trouble is random, for instance, last November, when we were on a trip to Mysore (planning a post on the trip soon) and we were having a gala time eating and relaxing near Shivasamudram. When I got up to leave, there was a huge patch of black paint on my dress,only mine and that too in front of my in-laws! In a similar incidence when I went to Udaipur and we were roaming around with 10 other tourists, my… only my sandal broke! On top of that there was not a single cobbler to be seen around! In India you can almost find a cobbler in every other street but that day not a single one! Next, imagine! And the grand one for the last, you know Indian weddings, during outdoor reception there’s a huge standing fan placed in front of the bride and groom. While attending one such marriage party (thank God it was not my marriage) I climbed upto the stage with my nice to meet the newly wed and congratulate them, give them gift and click some pictures…suddenly I felt a pull, next moment what I see,  my chunni was trapped in the fan. The groom and bride are sweating and I, standing there holding one end of my chunni. It was a new dress that I was wearing it for the first time. 30 minutes passed and I was still standing there on the stage people trying to free my chunni, guests came, clicked pictures with the newly wed and went and I stood there asking “Why God….why??”

On our way to Shivasamudram, when our cab broke down

There are many many and many more… I also know many more are coming but that’s how life is. And I am sure you must have had such moments, may be more or many be less! All this has not stopped me from making more oils or sitting down at odd places or visiting new places and accommodating at reasonable places,  so that we don’t spend our days in the hotel rooms rather fly outside!

Burning frankincense

Writing down the list of necessary items for the coming months I paused and sat back, looked at DH who was drunken busy in his work, seeing me looking at him, he got puzzled (the look in his eyes said, “what did I forget this time?!?”),  “Nothing”, I said, just wish we could get rid of this mosquito liquidators, being exposed to any chemical for such a long span of our lives must be having some impacts no matter how much those companies deny the fact, isn’t it? DH quietly nodded in agreement with eyes still fixed on the laptop screen.

Alas! gone are those good old days when in the late evening hours frankincense would be lit and soon the house will be filled with its soothing smell, mosquito nets would be pulled and after dinner we would carefully slip inside the net for the night.

Ahh…the smell of the burning frankincense, I immediately googled it to know what the world thinks & says, found it to be a very  common practise in so many parts of the world! I also found many videos and post about burning frankincense over charcoal but it is not how we do it in our homes. So I decided to share how its done our way!!

Coconut husk/coir and frankincense

Its called Jhuna dani in Odiya, Jhuna (frankincense) dani (holder/container)

The coconut husk is carefully placed inside the container and frankincense sprinkled over it. And lit it.

Some places they use coconut shell as well. Lighting it can be a little tricky initially. Don’t forget to keep adding jhuna/frankincense and coconut husk in between as long as you wish…..

We keep adding frankincense little at a time. This one burns for less than 10-15 min and the smoke can stays for around 1 hour with fans off and windows closed.

The other thing I like about it, is that its a kind of small family activity, as kids we took part in removing the coconut husk, dry them in the sun if it’s wet, placing it in the container and fighting over who is going to add frankincense, with four of us(siblings), we surely did add a lot more than necessary!

Search of New Home

Its been over a year now since we moved into this house and made it our home. The first time we saw this place, we immediately fell in love with it. A very simple, semi furnished 2bhk flat, nothing out of the ordinary but to us it was. One of the important criteria while looking for a home, to me is windows and this house has windows opening to all three sides which means lots and lots of sunlight and fresh air! A small balcony, spacious kitchen and yes, bonus- access to roof. Friendly neighbourhood..what else???

It also had the feel of a blank canvas with enormous possibilities. With time, we painted every nook & corner of this home with love. Families & friends visited and added to the memories and made it a little more of a home than it was before.

In this short span of time I saw over a dozens of families moving in & out due to the very common problem in this part of Hyderabad, ‘water’! In the past few months the problem is getting even sever and that forced us to look for a new place….

We have checked on a few places and I can tell the whole the process of searching is also interesting, knocking at strangers door, looking around, imagining your stuff in the place, checking on storage shelves, water problem etc…and also creating an impression of the people staying. Toys means a little kid is there, show pieces to me, means its a shopper home and a messed up place- surely bachelors! 😛

View of our street in a winter evening.

After a few trials, finally we found a place, well ventilated, balcony, little kitchen, access to roof, most importantly ‘no water problem’! Great in every sense….

A house works along with us in making it a home. It has treasured memories from past and can share if we are willing! Hear is a place, we are happy to be, working,creating,exploring & experimenting.

There are days when Dh wakes up feeling inspired, and would randomly pick any corner and sits there for hours clicking the narrow fall of sun rays. At other times he would pick up his lenses and next I hear him carefully closing the door behind me. I treasure these simple moments of life right here. With faith and love we will wait for the time for us to set free and build a new nest somewhere as beautiful as this! Hence, for now, we are just fine.

What is your homelike? What do you feel when you look around your home? Which is your favourite corner of your home!?

Morning Rituals

Every one have their own morning ritual, that one thing, which you cannot skip, the one thing that gets your day started…even if you don’t realize it, its always there. It can be any thing, like, when you first wake up and open your windows to let the sun rays in or your morning cup of tea! Some say, its their early morning walks when the roads are still empty and to others, its just sitting silently. Yes it can be anything.

Usually its one as hubby doesn’t drink tea. This was when my sis came to visit us!

Mine as you can see is the morning cup of tea! Be it a hot summer day, cold or rainy, I need my cup of chai once done with my Yoga & Pranayam. Though not the healthiest choice, yet, sipping my cup of chai sitting beside the window staring into nothingness or, or the simple talks with my family. It is the time, when my brain is actually not multitasking. These small moments and the many such,  hiding here & there in our day to day chores ensures, no matter how life treats you, everything is lovable and liveable.

What are your moments of bliss??