The joy of getting a window seat,
The breeze.. oh such a respite from the heat!
The joy of wearing clothes fresh from the drier,
after a long shower, feeling the body pleasantly tire..
The smell of freshly made bread,
or of the tea that’s boiling on the stove,
the comfort of a clean, warm bed,
or a full moon high up above.
The peace that the scent of jasmines brings,
The song that the morning bird sings.
The ruffle in the leaves as the branches sway,
If you listen close enough, they are showing you the way…
I came across this poem (pasted further in this post) a few months ago, and though I could relate with it then, I realise now how much more I always resonated with it.
In one of my recent posts titled, “The world of boxes”, I am trying to question who I am and which of the boxes I fit in. Do we really need a form? It does give us more confidence in terms of who we are, as we have an identity in the material world, but is that not illusory and limiting?
P.S. “You gave me form but…
I had posted some tweets over a year ago on how one can make their own terrarium, after learning to do it at a workshop conducted at Bhaudaji Lad museum. Recently, a few people (online and offline) asked me how to do the same, so I thought of documenting the steps here for those interested, as it is easier to read than scrolling through tweets! So get ready, and please read the whole post before you begin, to avoid any mistakes :)
Was musing last night over why we feel lost sometimes. I encounter this question many times in my own life, “where in this world do I fit?”. Mostly with regard to profession, “Who am I?”, “Am I really a web developer? But I love to write”. Or, “am I a feminist?” I am all for equality of the genders but I can’t help feeling taken care of on occasion when the guy pays for the meal when we are out together.
It’s hard for me to tick the boxes I fit in, and I wonder if we could live in…
As I mentioned in my last tea post, I am quite fond of trying out new teas. However, when it came to green tea, it had always been something I cringed my nose at, often thinking of its bitter aftertaste. I never thought I could enjoy green tea until I tried the Sencha tea last weekend from the Tea Culture of the World tea box. …
I haven’t met anyone that was so passionate about life as Neil was. He spread energy and joy wherever he went. Be it a shop owner, a friend, the postman or just someone who lived in the vicinity, there is no one who hasn’t been impacted by his energy. Neil loved everyone and everything. The places he had been to, the food that he ate & liked.. Neil loved to explore new things, especially food and places. He loved being in the outdoors and almost everyone who had met him once remembered him fondly.
Those of you who know me or even follow me on social platforms are well acquainted with my love for tea and trying out different kinds of it. Though my personal favourite will always be the milky masala chai, I always like to experiment with exotic teas and savour them on days when I feel like soothing my nerves down and indulging myself at the same time :) Also, this monsoon calls out for hot beverages, and so this tea box from Tea Culture of the World arrived just in time :)
(Originally posted here: http://anubha-bhat.blogspot.in/2017/04/life-on-other-side-of-25.html)
They rightly say that the mind goes through puberty in the twenties. Life is the most stressful, I believe, once you cross the age of 25. I have been struggling since then, trying to fit into old structures that worked for me (which obviously won’t work now, but I am often unable to see that things are changing, and I don’t know how to deal with the changes, so I keep going back to old methods).
For instance, I love staying in Mumbai, in my home. It is the place where I can be most comfortable…
So it’s been a little over a week since I have been in this city, and it has been welcoming so far.
Fate brought me here to experience a new land, a new workplace and new people. It’s scary when there is nothing, absolutely nothing familiar to hold onto but I am finding ‘home’ in unusual places — maybe in the unconditionally helpful nature of people here, in their everyday, ritualistic traditions, or in those people in who my spontaneous ‘Bambaiyya’ nature often brings out smiles and laughter. People aren’t used to spontaneous expression, I noticed after I got here.
Lately, I’ve been hearing a lot of talk on gardening, especially urban gardening and smart ways to grow a kitchen garden.
I thought it would be a good idea to document the green around my own house and give you a peek into what we’ve been growing and how we benefit from it.
Most plants that we have don’t have a specific beginning — it feels like they’ve been there forever. And some are indeed very old- since long before I was born.
We got this from our local market over more than a decade ago. It grows quite fast…