The Romance Of It.

The wind caressing my tresses,
The Sun glinting at my glimpse,
The trees shaking their boughs,
The flowers showering themselves on me,
The leaves crowning my head,
The dew melting at my touch,
The grass tickling my soles,
The birds singing, crickets chirping, bees humming to make their presence felt,
The flowers spreading their perfumes,  tingling my senses,
The butterflies adorning me with their touch,
Oh and the crows shitting me with luck!

So much love and I'm still looking for more?

#100happydays --- Day 85!

Day 82!

Okay, that just proved even Nature isn't perfect! But it's still beautiful.

Similarly. Everyone's beautiful. Don't go looking for the perfections. The imperfections are as beautiful.

Day 65!

Happiness is when you see proof of how mesmerizing nature can be! Myriad colours, three leaves, one tree.

The Last Time?

Sitting up there in the clouds,

Well, nearly forgotten,

 They must be wondering what we are at,

Doing all but enjoying.

They seem to be questioning,

When was the last time you stopped,

To hear the rustle of the winds,

The pleasant cacophony of the birds,

To feel the breeze blow through your strands,

To see the hues in the sky,

The flowers all around,

The kitten meowing at you,

The dogs playing with their puppies,

The thirsty crow drinking water,

The pigeons in a cat fight,

The leaves falling in winter,

The new ones sprouting in spring,

The 50 shades of green,

The rain pattering on the windows,

The rainbows thereafter?

When was the last time you stopped?

They're still wondering.

Oh Nature!

And here comes the second lot of pictures clicked by me on the weekend away! I am in love with them, unabashedly and I hope you fall for them too!

Two to tango!

Wish we had such pictures in our bio books!

Near yet far...

And we all fall down!

Perched atop.

Colour combo!

Like them ..?

Rain, rain, come again!

I was waiting for my Dad to pick me up. It had started drizzling. A heavy bag on back, rumbling stomach, tired after a long day's work, I parked myself under the shade of a nearby well-known hotel's portico.

Knowing that Dad would take time, I started fidgeting with my cell. Taking out my earplugs, I started disentangling them (They always get entangled!). A sudden gush of wind, throwing droplets of water all over me, made me look up! The drizzle had now turned into a downpour. People had flocked around me by then. Some were talking among themselves, some on the phone.

I wish someone had taken my pic! ;)

It dawned on me that the city which had been boiling in the past two weeks was finally getting a wash of relief! To hell with the phone! Shoving it out of my gaze, I stood looking at the small droplets of water being blessed on us by Him. I could feel my lips curving upwards! As if in agreement, lightning jolted in the sky, thunder startled everyone around!

The next few minutes no thought crossed my mind, no messages had to be answered, no calls to attend… Just the wind blowing my hair around, the water splashing on me in and out, the coolness tingling my wet skin, eyes sparkling at every streak of light in the sky, claps of thunder sounding like music!

Just a Calcuttan enjoying the first showers!

And then Dad came. The phone came out and this post was born!

Innovative!

Every year, West Bengal celebrates a festival called Durga Puja, reminiscing how Maa Durga killed Mahishasura, the demon! Come Pujas and Calcutta is filled with pandals. This morning I came across a piece in The Telegraph showing the innovation and creativity people employ to create pandals. Here it is:

Welcome rain for herb worshipper.

A harvest of herbs to greet pandal hoppers at 64 Palli on Manoharpukur Road Theme-makers across the city may be a worried lot, what with the daily showers jeopardising their preparations for Durga Puja, but Bapai Sen can’t stop grinning. The man from Lake Gardens had made his plans with an eye on the sky. “The more it rains the easier it makes things for me,” he smiles. All the three pandals that he is in charge of have vegetation as their key element. At 64 Palli Puja Parishad, on Manoharpukur Road, he has planted saplings of 80 types of medicinal plants. “All of them — sandalwood, spinach, rudraksha, brahmi, chirota and nayantara — are growing so well in the rain. I am even growing paddy on slices of bamboo poles on the pandal walls,” he says. Once a chain-smoker, he had kicked the butt with help from ayurveda. “Extracts of banana leaf and half a spoon of haritaki worked helped me get rid of my addiction.” He will be advertising the benefits of each of the medicinal plants through attached posters at the pandal. “Did you know Nayantara is good for blood cancer and high blood pressure?” he asks. At a Moore Avenue puja, he is growing ladies’ finger, pumpkin and other vegetables to depict rural Bengal. It is here that the rain is helping him the most. At Chittaranjan Smriti Mandir, near Kadamtala, he has grown a field of paddy. “The iron content in the Howrah water is too high. The rain water is working better,” he says. I hope after reading this, not only will you enjoy looking at the pandals but also appreciate the labour which goes into making the Pujas a success! :)