When was the last time, you experienced something for the first time!

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experience, god, rains

It is a balmy saturday evening and i’m soaking the vacation sunshine and abundance. Ticking my itinerary, i’m hopping to the Cathedral basilica of st louis, for corporately attending a gathering and pay homage n regards.

What followed is an experience(praise hands emoji), i have imbibed in my spirits.The beautiful architecture through the vestibule and main level of cathedral, the antique polished mosaics depicting a cosmic story was the first enchanter. The silence and solitude further gave way to my intrigues.Like a sheep of his pastures,transcending my own limitations, i started craving to find ways.ways to redeem faith and absoluteness.

As the basilica echoed with the mounting prayers, my mental contemplation and meditation rose! with all my heart and mind, i anticipated good things will surely happen. The choir member devoted in the congregational singing, with chants and praises was again mystical. I wanted to believe that god is the king, abounding in my steadfast love waiting for my turn to believe his presence.  My nostalgia, yearnings, homesickness, my strengths and the purposefulness of life brimming in my eyes.

All i could remember was Don Moen soul stirring song:-

God will make a way
Where there seems to be no way
He works in ways we cannot see
He will make a way for me

I was blown away and basking in his glory all along.

The lightning and thunderstorm above the translucent high dome distracted me. Reminded me that I had to return back to the hotel as the weather was turning sore.Enlightened and blessed I turned towards the exit,only to be greeted by lavish silver downpours. The petrichor, mesmerizing wetting drops, the symphony of sounds, the softening outline of things blurred the world.I felt like melting one into it and my pains washing away with it.His grace rained on me like confetti from the sky.

I was looking up for the rainbow, I could hear his golden words through the drips and drops and the calm after – he said – Come to me and I will provide what you need!

 

A page from the St Louis diaries

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Arch, Basilica, brewery, greenery, Missouri, St Louis, thanks

Thanks a million St Louis for having us over the long Memorial Day weekend and hosting us so well. I’m taking back a part of you with me and inking it to express my gratitude. The great road trip from Chicago to Missouri was even more fun with my travel companions comprising friends and family.

Tell me St Louis how in the world did you know exactly what I needed yet never asked you for?

Starting from the perfect scenic walkings,biking trails, greenhouse jewel box with floral displays, art fusioned landscapes, lush extravagant tree contouring’s, historical gateway arch adventurous tram ride to the top, visiting the placid sacred basilica of St Louis to the frizzy Budweiser manufacturing plant, every entry in the itinerary only added more zing to this pulsating trip.

Every attraction lifted my spirits, coaxing my wild side n pampering the girl in me, offering something special in store.

Accept my heartiest congratulations  St Louis- your stainless steel arch besides Mississippi  is phenomenal and the journey to the top was nothing less than spine chilling. I was 630 feet taller defying gravity in this architectural marvel. Hats off to this weekend getaway.

My interfaith monologue and understanding basked in peace and glory at your renowned cathedral basilica embracing spirituality. Your free entertainment offers at science museum, Budweiser factory and forest park deserves another applaud. The manicured gardenias offered fresh whips n crisp sights. The sunshine brandished the days and dim honeysuckled moonlights silently cushioned my sleeps. I awakened invigorated both the days, wanting to leap frog the sightseeing! Such was your lure n pull.

 

 

We enjoyed comfy bed and breakfast at a fine hotel, munched over your famous delectable thin crust pizza smothered with cheese and also dined on voraciously at Indian cuisine restaurants offering a palette of lip smacking dishes. The visit also paid tribute to our typical Indian eating bonanza habit too – whatever happens, wherever we go, eating too much is a must and comes first!! Lols!!

It’s truly been a pleasure knowing you St Louis. Your chain of remembrances is my quirky souvenir which I shall always cherish and embrace.

Thank you for making so many ordinary moments, extraordinary.

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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.

Bewitching.

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Holiday Cheer- from Daisy

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cheer, cherry, Christmas, DSLR camera, Estee lauder, happy, holidays, joy, merry, snow

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!

 

 

 

 

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The rainy bokeh!

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bokeh, ipers, lashout, night, rains, windshield

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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culture, goodness, humanity, kiddo, myth, openmindedness, people, transitions, trotter, UK, USA

Open-Minded

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 !