Lost in Reverie....

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I wanted to paint another one. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a stray cat, and I thought it was good to be kind to animals. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favorite cake for me, and I knew that little things are special things. When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a prayer, and I believed that there was a God to talk to. When you thought I wasn't looking, I felt you kiss me goodnight, and I felt loved. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's alright to cry. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be. When you thought I wasn't looking I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good

This is one post that was in my drafts for way too long and I guess it had to be posted.. a little old yet still relevant. Each phase of life brings along its own highs and lows…its upto us to face the lows gracefully and enjoy and cherish the highs… Childhood: friends/ play/ sand/ water/ getting dirty Pre-teen: staying up late / late night chats / TV / play Teens: first crush / first beer / sleepovers with friends / taking a shot at driving Late teens: raging hormones/ hyper enthusiasm/ thrill of trying new things/ falling in love Early twenties: excitement of first job/ the feel of being the most eligible ‘single’ in town/ steady relationship Late twenties/ early thirties: true love/ happy marriage/ babies/ travels / climbing the corporate latter/ working on one’s own Late thirties: Stable work / steady income/ family/ watching kids grow up beautifully. Its fun as well as challenging to cross each phase of life… to keep moving from a decade to anoth

An oil on canvas painting I did this year on Ganesha Chaturthi.  I am not a very religious person. Spiritual, maybe... I do believe in the creator and some such, but when it comes to following rituals or even being a part of them, I always try to run!  I try to avoid the regular Pujas and Kathas and Havans as much as I can...it is quite difficult for me to do so without offending the family coz both sets of families are traditional brahmins and pujas form the base fabric of the family.  And as most people around, I try my best not to be responsible for tearing the fabric. Sigh!  However, Ganesha- the elephant headed God has always mesmerized me. Since childhood I was fascinated by all the mythological stories... but as age and intellect took over, all the stories started to seem rather funny!  Lord Ganesha is probably a painter's dream. One can make him in innumerable ways and he always seems just perfect. This is one of the many paintings that I have done recently..

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?' 'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat. 'I don't much care where -' said Alice. 'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat. '- so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation. 'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, 'if you only walk long enough.” ―   Lewis Carroll ,   Alice in Wonderland Off late I have been pondering a lot over some of the decisions that I’ve made and ‘what ifs’.. its like a chain of thoughts that gets triggered by anything - a small conversation with the hubby, sight of a group of ladies enjoying by themselves, women dressed up for office in the morning, mothers engrossed in their kids’ activities, friends climbing up the corporate ladder… just about anything. In my 20s, like most girls my age, I was very career oriented and was quite sure of what I wanted. Life was set

I love winters. I love January. I love everything that comes with it - the chilly weather, sweaters, lounging in cosy quilts, winter sun, oranges, loads of veggies, flowers... just everything. I don't know why, but thinking of winters brings about a very special feeling... childhood memories of eating oranges sitting in our garden under the sun, watching TV and sipping chai under the cosy quilt... pure nostalgia :) Also the fact that January is my birth month adds to its charm. It always gave me a special kind of joy knowing that nobody in the family had any other event in January. No birthdays, no anniversaries, nothing except my birthday, and thats what made it all the more special :) (quite kiddish, yes!) This year I got the best birthday gift... my little niece was born just a few days before my birthday and undoubtedly its the best gift anyone can get. She is such an angel and also a January baby.. that makes me love this month even more. Sooo looking forward to having &

Kids seem to grow up with the blink of an eye. One day they are cranky li’l monsters and the very next they appear to have matured. When N was born, how I wished him to be 1… so that my sleepless nights would be gone, When he was 2, I wished him to be 3… so that he would be diaper free, At 3 I wished him to be 4… thinking when he’ll start school I’ll work a little more, Now that he’s 5, it seems he has grown up with the blink of an eye!! The little monster has suddenly turned to a caring, understanding and sensible little man. He often surprises me with his maturity. It’s hard to forget some of the conversations we have… N (looking up from his  Lego bag ): Mom, why are you worried? Me (surprised): Not at all!! Why do you ask? N: But your face looks worried!!!! That’s when I realized that probably I WAS stressed out with work, managing people in office and home. A little boy who didn’t seem to be bothered by anything other than his toys and friends had noticed th