Dreams Hope Destiny


Opening up to spirits

I woke up to a beautiful Sunday morning, realizing the numerous possibilities and inviting the innate energy to take the control.

My housemaid walked in, and I wanted her to do much more than her daily work.  A clean house is a godly house.

Well, everyone needs motivation to work more. I thought, let me volunteer. I made her realize the things that needs attention so that she feels that it really needs to be worked upon & gave her a helping hand. My housemaid, in particular, is a cleanliness freak. So that was it. I lifted the mattresses, while she cleaned the underneath. I took out the curtains out, while she put them into the laundry bag. She finished washing all the utensils, while I prepared tea for the two of us. Thanks to the kind lady, she spared some extra time in my house & also agreed to give me a company for my morning tea.

If there is one thing that hardly interests me, its the movies.  When the whole hangout gang of 25 people plan to go out for a movie, I have to be the only one backing out. Always.  Until I came across the movies for my typeI have been watching movies since then, one after the other, recommended by someone – our choices seem to amalgamate.

I can list some of them for you here:

There are a few more, all of them serve food for thought.

The two days of my weekend were brilliant. Not a minute of frantic. No fretting over anything. For the first time I played more than 20 pieces on the Piano in a day. Sounds Mellifluous?

The first month of the year brought along a ray of light that has brightened up a new path. A very clear vision, for the rest of the year & perhaps a life? Who knows..

A dearest friend wrote to me “When we don’t share just because we think our words are not worthy, or that they’re not exciting enough, or that they’re too ordinary…I think we’re doing a huge disservice to ourselves and the world.  Our ordinary words are sometimes the most precious of all!  And perhaps we’re called to share just because one other person on the planet needs to hear our ordinary words which may feel extraordinary to them.”  

Thank you Kathy Drue, you did incite the strong urge within myself, which otherwise would always remain hidden. That desire to share my thoughts about the days, events, people, things, hobbies and so much more! It feels wonderful! I don’t feel alone anymore. As we discussed, what we think is not worth sharing is sometimes what somebody is waiting to hear.

Let nothing hold you back from exploring your wildest fantasies, aspirations and dreams.

Thank you!



Special or Yet-Another?

“What does Winter mean to you?”

The very thought of  “Winter” makes me pull my hair out! I still wonder how different is Winter than the rest of the seasons.

To me, Winter means nothing more than a time for dreaming, of a real winter, more of the faraway frozen wintry streets, snow covered hills, frozen cars, the ice-skates, the chilled winds, numbness. A time for sipping hot coffee in the moon light. Winter to me, is a season for unfolding my mind towards the imagination of that beauty of the time, that I don’t see around. Frosty toes,  runny nose, snowball fights, stormy nights, a walk in the winter wonderland. Of course, when you hear the songs like “Its the most wonderful time of the year” and “Snow is falling”, if you don’t belong to where its “white” , you imagine!

Well, thinking of the real winter, one needs to stretch the brain,  when in India, to differentiate the season and the change in the surroundings unless otherwise you live in and around the Himalayan region?

Let me not blabber too much, as this is suppose to be a Photography Challenge, Thanks to Isa and here’s my contribution to Scotts Photography challenge  – http://viewsinfinitum.com/2013/01/09/assignment-23-winter/

Here we go in search of the winter. Our Kailashing trekking group.

There it is..our White!

There it is..our White!

To survive a chilled night

To survive a chilled night

Trying to feel cozy in the cold night

Trying to feel cozy in the cold night

Below is a very special photograph, taken in Rann of Kutch – the white desert of India which consist of white salt, and not sand. During the monsoons the salt is underwater and completely wet. By the end of October, the water dries up and the stretches of crystalline salt can be seen, extended to a large area.

Rann of Kutch - the white desert

Rann of Kutch – the white desert

During the cold night, the beauty of the desert enhances amid st the moonlight.

Oh the symbol of Love, Taj Mahal - on a cold foggy day

Oh the symbol of Love, Taj Mahal – on a cold & foggy day

Frozen? Climb the hill & feel the sun, a healer forever!

Frozen? Climb the hill & feel the sun, a healer forever!

And here the real white snow of Himalayas. There I was.  My true winter.

And here the real white snow of Himalayas. There I was. My true winter.

Dear Visitors, I have exhausted my photo albums in search of “Winter”. Of that season, which exist more in my dreams. Of the snow covered houses, like the ones Isa has put up. As she says, India is a country with varied differences, how can there be no variations which gave me an opportunity to explore the spectrum wider.

Hope you enjoyed my version!