In front was a vast stretch of blue sea. There were impressions of several footsteps drawn on the shore. I could feel my hand in his, and I too started ambling along the sea shore. Adding to the several footsteps were mine, but his vanished with every moving step forward.
I have a partner who keeps my secrets. In sad days, I can pour out my sadness. In happy days, I can talk non-stop about my happiness. Thankfully not a crime in partner, but truly staying with me and being there for me always is my — writing journal. It is my partner of all times.
A few months back I bought a hibiscus plant. Somehow it caught insects and I did everything to get rid of those. Finally the plant became green but I hadn’t seen any buds or flowers. A few days back, I was satisfied to see a bud peeping out of the leaves.
It was the beginning of summer and a bad time to buy a rose plant…but I did. Infact I bought two, one red and one white. Within a week’s time they both dried and I got sad. In desperate need to revive them I just trimmed them, I don’t know why… but I did. Every morning, I watched the plants to see some signs of life. I knew they were alive but I just needed some signs. Then one day, I saw new leaves sprouting in the red one first and then the white one. One or two days back, I was more than satisfied, thrilled and happy to see a bud greeting me.
Fever or normal… busy or not so busy… hot, humid or cool, breezy… I need at least one cup of tea every day. Tea is something that I always look forward to — in a day, at any time of the year.
Soil is the beginning of a life,
and it is the ending of one.
Soil is nothing more than dirt,
the dirt is nothing more than us.
It feels like home.
A very BIG HELLO! to all my blogger friends. I hope you’ll are doing good in your lives.
I had been absent from the blogspace for quite some time and it would be pointless to say that I missed all the aspects of blogging — reading, commenting…posting and my blogger friends of all.
Out of many things that had kept me busy I had fallen in love once again with my pencil. Yes, a pencil…and a blank white sheet of paper. Long time back I had read a few blog posts by other writers about how they had fallen in love with writing and when had they first started to write. Some remembered that they had started to write from the age of 10 or 11 or 7 and at one place I remember reading that the person had written the first story when she was 5. Of course she admitted it to be childish but it was a story and she hung it on the fridge door. I thought how could that be possible — 11…7, I could understand but 5? But then I thought, it could be possible just like I had started drawing right from the age when I had started writing words. Of course, at that time no one really thought it to be great… including me. I mean all children draw…they all draw well in their own little ways, and they all are endlessly creative. It was only after age 10 that my mom saw and others too noticed my talent that I was enrolled to an art school.
I had joined the art school at an early age and left it even before I could finish it. My biggest regret. My father wasn’t really supportive of this and so one day his words trumpeted like thunder in my ears “…then don’t go. Leave it.” The words had been itched into my heart permanently and I stopped going to my art class and then I slowly withdrew myself from drawing so much so that I hated it.
I had punished myself for a very long time only to realize that I could not stay away from it even if I wanted to. While reading a book or writing or even sitting at some cafe or in a queue …. in every floating moment I caught myself drawing something or the other.
Finally, when I couldn’t resist the pull towards my love, I forgave myself for being too harsh on myself.
I am so happy that what I thought was lost in me never to be found… to my great surprise is found and I have once again fallen — truly deeply in love with it again.
So, here are a few sketches that I drew when I was away. I know there are many others who are more talented and draw amazingly well, but for me it’s again a start and I’m once again falling in love with it. I hope you enjoy. And of course there is plenty to learn and improve.
Thanks for listening…reading and visiting.
The gentle touch.
The affectionate heart.
A lovely warm smile
…there she was.
I embraced her.
Enveloped in her tenderness;
A mom’s kind heart fluttered,
A joyous music of love and compassion.
A few projects in hand helped me not to sit idle and my mind not to wander aimlessly. Constant working made me tired. As soon as I could afford time and money I went on a vacation. With a replenished body and a renewed mind I joined the motion of life once again.
Now that things have settled a bit I feel much relaxed. I’ve now shifted my focus on the things that I had planned on doing but could not achieve due to personal issues.
With the New Year approaching, I thought, this is the best time to set myself for a task.
At the moment, I was not feeling demotivated but I wasn’t completely motivated on doing anything either. So, I started with the easiest task…of watching all kinds of inspirational videos.
Then when I felt that I had watched plenty, I gave my mind another task. After listening to each speaker, I wrote down (not more than 4-5) points to see what I had remembered from those talks.
Strangely, the word – morning rituals, came up more than 3 times. It was strange, because I had been planning to do something about it for a very long time but just couldn’t do it. Sometimes it was the lack of intent, the other times lack of focus and loads of tailor made excuses that suited me well and kept me in my comfortable seat.
So, taking this as a hint from the universe I began with my own list of things to do. I had to work on the list a couple of times and finally got it down to not more than 4 or 5 things. Although, in the joy of the moment I wanted and felt that I could do it all. But then I remembered from somewhere that it is best to do 5 things everyday rather than plan to do 10 things that you’d eventually fail to do.
The first step is always crucial and so it was. I had decided and had the list of my morning rituals in my hand. I was determined to hit the path. At the moment I’ve kept it very simple: get up early, pray, meditate, have a healthy breakfast and read a positive quote.
Now, everyday I wake up excitedly with a smile. Every night, I go off to sleep thanking for the day that is over and for a new one that will greet me tomorrow. I’m happy with self as this has given me some sense of purpose or has at least pushed me in that direction.
So, what 5 things do you plan on doing before setting yourself out for the day?
Cover Reveal – Deceived by Heena Rathore P.
Hello, dear reader friends. 😀
Today I would like to introduce Heena Rathore P. who is an amazing person, a successful blogger and a dear friend of mine. With her positive outlook towards life and an inspiring attitude, she has become a source of motivation for me. Her book Deceived is going to be released in February, 2017. I’m sure with an exciting book cover and an intriguing title it will attract a lot of curious minds to know the story behind the cover.
PUBLISHING: FEBRUARY 2017 BY CITRUS PUBLISHERS
How well do you know your loved ones?
A girl who’s trying to cope with the murders of her mother and five-year-old brother.
A journalist who is chasing the ghost of a potential serial killer.
A thirteen-year-old girl who slaughters her parents.
And a revenge-driven psychopath who is about to destroy everyone’s life.
A psychological thriller that weaves its way through the sadistic past of a traumatized child to the snare of dark mysteries of a beloved father.
(Please add this link here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32025322-deceived)
About Heena Rathore P.:
Heena Rathore P. is a 25-year-old full-time novelist, part-time Social Media Strategist, Novel Critique, Book Reviewer and a YouTube Podcaster.
She draws her inspiration from the works of legendary Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon.
She is an introvert, a thinker, a neat freak, a voracious reader and a GSD-lover. In her free time, she loves watching apocalyptic, thriller and slasher movies and series.
She lives in Pune with her beloved husband in a house full of books, music, and love.
She loves creating fictional worlds, but more than that she loves living in them.
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