Spring Sprungs!

Tiny white protrusion Mushroom Pins pushing out from the casing

Button mushroom caps spinning out vigorously,

Springing buds;

A baby pine cone splutters to life.

And as the icy deluge melts with the seasonal hibernation,

Green lavish spread coats the savannas.

Nature’s bounty at its blooming best!
Sweet scented hyacinths, daffodils n yellow tulips breezing heralding the spring

Petals unfold as stigmas unwrap straitening their wrinkled backs,

Leaves stutter and seethe basking in the golden sunshine.

Birds squander and flap, screeching cacophonous symphony.


Strawberries fluff n ripens with overflowing nectary juices;

Flamboyant scarlet’s n crimson reds with exfoliated skin.

Meanwhile, Ants and bees march on peony flowers and vines.

Raspberry flowers attract flighted pollinators in the hindsight

Caterpillar chrysalis sneaking and melting;

Butterflies first leap of faith for the blue unknown quest.

Slugs and snails retract into dense humid shells as the day preps,

Aphids wander on curvy branches and ivy

Peek-a –boo with ladybugs and little bastids!

A giant dew drop cascading through the whistling woods

Slushing the aphids, wetting banality too.


Daisy’s mushroom in green patches, velvetty moss growing along

white n yellow wee flowers carpet effortlessly,

as lily fragrances diffuse n linger along the stretch.


It’s the nature’s symphony untamed and unscathed.

As the dawn toots softly over the whimpering whispering spring fed landscape; the snow retreats.


Holiday Cheer- from Daisy


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Did a zillion things in these last few months gone by. Im keeping unnecessarily happy maybe coz the festive week is pompous sitting upfront and promising new beginnings.



Meanwhile I got spirited this thanksgiving and bought things that are tonic to me;) Like my long awaited Estee Lauder Smoky Noir collection kit.  It was  joy, oh joy and sheer magic box.I decked up and pouted few selfies before I got all weary.

Also got my Canon digital DSLR camera in a good befitting deal.These were my seasons greeters, just before christmas.

Yodelay-hee-ho, came with slew of snowfalls in early december and I watched the first flakes in the night sky shinning in bounty and valor.


I reached out for naked prancing branches heavy with snow and pepping out red cherries in the wild weather.I bounced out in mismatched gear and pushed snow in oblong piles till long, that only became a man when i put a carrot nose.


Finally Christmas arrived with all the trimmings and merry and cherry making cascaded all.I’ve been amidst friends far and near to celebrate the festive spirit in bunches and vigor.I brought santa paws home through my very own christmas tree that harvested gifts and smiles. It has been snow much fun ever since!!


The tidings of good cheer, eggnog, candles,cakes, carols will stay and I will honour them all year through.


Maybe Christmas doesn’t come from a store; maybe, perhaps; it means a little bit more!





The rainy bokeh!


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Wet roads in rains

Splendid night rains wetting washing banality 

Refractions and diffusions

Splattering vivacious color palettes on the way

Greens yellows imbued in reds

Watery glowy freshness whipping the vision canvases.

Everything subdued and dim, translucent merging in.

Till my rubbery wipers wipe away the million rosy crystal droplets on the windshields.

They drip n drop scintillating and shimmering from the metal chassis,

Washing the already clean everything.

Bright night wet light roads

Perpetually  perplexing but predominantly placid.

The rainy bokeh effect.

I press the gas pedal, to reach the shiny silhouettes,

but everything is afar and my screeching wheels lash out.

Trot with an open mind.


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Gerry Spence once quoted”I would rather have a mind opened,by wonder than closed by belief”.

I’m not a trotter, but have had the fortune to travel outside India for good. I’ve stayed in UK and USA and the experience of culture-people transitions have been phenomenal.


The confluence of ideas makes an addictive concoction, which revels you.

I’ve exorbitantly gained experiences meeting localities and engaging in conversations to and fro, much owing to my interactions at my kiddos school. I was amazed at stupendously receptive crowd and non scrutinizing polite gestures. I’ve always had the generic notion that you need to be from the herd to be accepted but now I can gladly claim that it’s not a precursor. I’ve merged into groups, open minded and received reciprocated responses.

Physical boundaries across the world doesn’t transcend lifestyle, insecurities, needs, necessities, whims n fancies,peculiarities and perceptions. It’s a myth that you need to be homegrown to decipher western norms and essentially subdue. A good attitude is acknowledged and reciprocated irrespective of your roots because humanity recognizes goodness ubiquitously. You can mar the cognitive halo effect and venture out. The abyss of a Western culture tag is an extension of our own paradoxes and hypocrisies . Honestly I did feel vulnerable, conspicuous at interim meets but when I decided to take the plunge,my open mindedness not just paid off with gratitude , it made me generous and grounded. The world is your abode and you learn it when you step out and interact with an clear mind and vibrant nerve. You just need to persuade yourself and let go !

Godliness in greenery!


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‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

Cleanliness and godliness have been interchangeably used since time immemorial. Though it can’t be traced to biblical era but Hebrew connections in the past do show off about the emphasis. However the newbie toast of the town is greenery and godliness. The greener the pastures and savannas, the better is the purity of mind, which in turn revels spirituality. Actually the connection is deeper and ripples effect down to our inner food for thought. Greenery is sanctity of mind and soul, the rhythmic progression of body, psyche and attitude. The more we stride abode the nature trail, the better we breathe and visualize. It accentuates the freshness of thought and reinforces health with purity. Nothing beats the oneness of nature and soul and the repercussions that follow. But why just nature, all his creations are pulchritudinous and so are his superpowers, I’m sure they merge within dwindling boundaries unknown to most of us.

Cleanliness breeds health and hygiene. It also propagates the spiritual being of godliness in every aspect of your clean health, body, thought and surroundings. And now eventually greenery is the superlative degree of cleanliness and also a medium to seek wisdom. So plunge into the green wave, soak in the nature, his creations and celebrate the cohesion with you, the ubiquitous god.

H4 Maker


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Today is India’s Independence Day and I’m trying to be ecstatic about it however after sending few greetings on WhatsApp, my interests sublimed. I started exploring novel ways to celebrate and feel the enrichment. This can be a little struggling if you are in a hotspot USA state, rekindling Indian sentiments with a crisp US topping. Being an h4 dependent visa holder, I claim to be an extrovert home maker, preserving Indian sentiments in this foreign land. My daily routine includes a spectrum of activities from mundane to the elite extra ordinaire. In weekdays, I’m consumed by potlucks with my fellow Indian ladies who happily flock places and share common sentiments-sorrows and admirations.

I watch telly through sling TV that aptly records every exaggerated act in the Indian serial circuit. Netflix is still not a hot favorite (I read subtitles to understand the slang better: p) though I watched few episodes of Quantico for Priyanka’s sake. The bold scenes however evaporated my pinned interests. I impatiently wait to watch a khan or kumar movie in the nearby Marcus theatre, though they hardly record a houseful/significant overseas sales. I’m nourishing my taste to dress and have graduated from salwaars to maxis and jumpsuits. Now saris n salwaars are occasional and mostly limited to Indian festivities or a dress code unless otherwise stated. It’s amusing how much indianness overflows once you are in another land. The national oath comes reminiscing our values and culture even though we are struggling to keep up the spirits. I am proud dunno why: P, while visiting the Indian store nearby and find the whole array of MDH masalas stacked up. Sometimes I’ve found the rare stuff that you might not get at a grocery in India. I’m telling you its indianness unplugged here.

Weekends are for shopping through premium brand outlets or a Walmart near you though the online shopping spree might catch you soon if you are still unaffected.Im mostly online with Wi-Fi over speeding and downloading complete Bollywood movies in a wink. Im fully accessible through fb, watsapp, twitter,messenger  and what not. India calling is a daily ritual and I can talk till my throat is parched without worrying about that nasty phone bill. Kudos to the telecom revolution. WhatsApp is spanning me all day long, cooking will have to wait :P. I’m catching the accent and the nasal phony’s now and try to flaunt it in my communications but I guess originality resurfaces now and then, sometimes to my embarrassment; P

Visiting a nearby Hindu temple is a must on the to do list where the head priest will enchant you with his pleasing English skills. A gala gathering in Janmastmi or Holi will churn out the remaining Indianess till you are the perfect brimming cocktail. An identity crisis that manifests into spirited thinking. I might sound amateur guniiea pig at the moment but believe me the seasoned ones in my genre do pretty much the same here.So while you earn the greenbacks, ur attitude and lifestyle get a sumptuous dose of America over the Indian nutshell. I guess I’m bipolar; thinking like Indian and behaving like American.

As I write and gaze through my patio door; the fountains splutter lavishly and the clouds thunder rain, I’m gathering spirits to lurch out n wet myself. After all its America’s rain(;P). That’s lavish too. I go on and indulge.

A Beautiful Island – Daisy Bala

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A Beautiful Island

The milky seagulls screeched high and low saying the forbidden goodbye. The waters didn’t seem to rush anywhere. But I did, to see it all in the moment. The famous Mackinaw city and the Mackinac islands. Bare beauty it was… but essential it was! You understand the bare essentials of life, when you are amidst nature, one with it. The island perched cheerfully in the sunshine waters. Water glugged from sky blue to turquoise green everywhere. We cruised on the Sheplers fastest ferry boats from the fleet departing from the city dock in the north Michigan to reach the abode at the streamers pace. The ferry’s outlet pipe busted out water tailgating it. Wind bloomed and then squashed us on the faces, flowing everything along as we travelled under the Mackinac Bridge. The island was a rustic fairytale locale overlooking the Mackinac straits. It captured the innocence…

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