Kaleidoscope: 2019

Outside my window

image2019, Mussoorie

When we visit different places, we meet different kind of people,
with different views just like the view outside our windows in different seasons.

Letting go all the grudges and regrets outside my window, I allowed fresh air to fill the room with pleasant petrichor. Finally, it was time to relax.

Listening to the music of heartbeats and breath, slowly serenity and peace filled me,
Ah! Breath is beautiful.

Outside my window, were a few trees swaying and dancing with the wind,
the cloudy sky melting into rhymes as if praising the best moments of time.
It felt like heaven.
Witnessing a magnificent sight,
filled with a new energy
with my cup of tea, I kept watching the clouds play.

The clouds flew over the mountains, covered the valley, gathered outside my window, and settled there for a while.
I went out to touch the clouds.
It started to drizzle. Cool air blew my hair.
I took a dip in the ocean of pleasant thoughts. In gratitude forever, feeling blessed, refreshed and rejuvenated, I came back home and got indulged in my new found passion. Distant dreams became reality.
-payal

P.S. diary entry after a recent trip to Mussoorie.
I received this tag from Anami .It's my pleasure to pass on this tag to Ishieta. There are 47 of us on this blog hop. Enjoy the world of words.
Linking this post to #wordsmatter bloghop. An initiative by Corinne, Shalini, and Parul

Grief

When grief strikes, shivering with fear, guarded with shadows, nothing feels right, anxiety seeps in through the darkness, in the deep, dark crevices of heart and mind, and moving on becomes a struggle,

Then....There comes a shift in consciousness.

With positivity, focus on the strengths, trust your being. Remind yourself to stay calm, and move on with grace. It is time to accept the things the way they are. It’s time to change the perception. For being alive in itself is enough reason for celebration. Remember it's a passing phase, everything falls in place.

Stay strong, be brave, sing and dance.

-payal

My Day 7 post for Write Tribe festival of words.

Day 6 A cup of wellness

Day 5 Corridors

Day 4 Nurture

Day 3 Serenity

Day2 Miracle

Day 1 Braving through the storm

A cup of wellness

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Weather was changing, and it was quite difficult to understand its’ mood. It was a cool morning. She woke up early, and there was no sign of the Sun. It was dark everywhere in that moment.

She kept watching the mint and tea leaves mingling together swirling in the pool of water. She added black pepper, lemon grass and cardamom too. The aroma coming from the healthy concoction was refreshing. She cooled it down and added a bit of jaggery to reduce the bitterness. While pouring it in the cup, many thoughts brewed up in her head. Trusting the age old formula, she had prepared a cup full of wellness for her daughter with faith to fight the cold.
-payal
P.S. My parents are here with us these days. My mother had made many friends here. They keep sharing these formulas with each other. When I was unwell a few days ago, all the aunties suggested my mom to give me this concoction. It really helped. No matter how old we are, our mothers always concerned and care for our well being.

I am participating in the writetribe festival of words.

Corridors

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Today, Rajiv had asked Rhea to move with him to another town. She was about to leave her town in next few days. Wanting to spend some time alone, she went to her favourite place.

These corridors had known the stories of her achievements and struggles, ever since she visited here for the first time with Rajiv. “Tread softly, and admire the work of the artisans on the walls.” Rajiv had said to her softly. His words had a great impact on her being. Her perception had changed to a great extent.

Observing these silent corridors had taught her to take a leap of faith and free herself from all the if’s and but’s, to recognize the truth, to look for the possibilities, to be confident, and to admire the positive spaces that were created by the artisans.

Walking through these corridors she had learnt to set on a journey, resolve the issues in here and now, and not to carry forward her emotional baggage. Her heart was humming a song.

Out of the many feelings that hid behind the doors, she chose love today. These corridors opened the doors of happiness for her.

-payal

I am participating in write tribe festival of words.

Nurture

Mother nature

nurtures our being.

Love blossoms,

touches mind and heart,

with positivity,

and creates possibilities

for growth.

Happy hearts

nurtured with care,

breathe in love,

feel alive,

and dare to dream.

-payal

Serenity

Goa, 2019
Blue is not always about sadness and anxiety. It also reflects peace and serenity. As we keep moving,
More clarity comes in
Perception changes.
That day, after enjoying coffee in the cozy corner, I sat with him on the bench, watching the still blue sea from afar. The Sun was about to set and the moon was rising. The sky looked brighter just like the smile on his face.
Just then he held my hand. A sensation ran down through the veins.
When all is quiet within, and life is just flowing freely, where thoughts are balanced, and serenity engulfs, in that place we silently wished to stay forever, together, in love.
-payal

Miracle

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With suppressed emotions, it was becoming difficult for him to survive. Grudges and regrets had got hold of him and took a toll on his quality of work. In the morning boss had given him the last warning. His confidence was shattering day by day. While looking down, he saw his reflection in the mirror. His life had turned upside down. Contemplating, he shed a few tears and prayed. His distorted self-image started to collapse in front of his eyes. In that miraculous moment, his heart whispered, "Smile, God loves you." -payal
P.S. Miracles happen, if you believe in them. Believe in yourself.