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A Clandestine Affair!

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I am baited and hooked forever. Smitten to the core. Now there is no looking back.  To come to think of it, I have been waiting for this my whole life.  Yes, it is a clandestine affair. An affair to continue and cherish.  A tryst with paint and palette. Dates with my canvas and aisle. A rendezvous with Art.  Nothing gets me more charged up than the loving stokes of brushes on canvas and caresses of the palette knives.  The golden orb of the rising sun and the pensive melancholy mood of the same setting star all seems so artistic now. I think God has his own little affair going on the side with colours as well.   Cascading waves of the bottomless oceans and those tiny boats sailing in the distant horizon now catch my senses with a different mood. Casting shadows of trees in the twilight.  Luminance of street lights on a stormy night. All the things which seemed eerie once upon a time, are a mesmerizing delight to me now.  I want to paint it all. I want to imprint the moments deep within

The Shining Star

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I haven’t written in a long time....almost been a year. Never really thought that this would get me back at it. Sometimes one needs shocks to awaken them from their hiatus. The loss is so immense that the only way I can deal with it right now is to bring out my emotions on paper. They say that when you lose someone very dear and special to you, they find abode in the brightest star in the blue yonder above. I think it is true. I have seen one such orb shine brighter than usual in the havens above.  An old soul with young eyes, vintage heart and a beautiful mind!                             ~ Rachana Asthana Anand I have a treasure chest. A treasure chest not filled with diamonds or pearls or ornaments of gold for they loose their shine with time but with beautiful jewels called friends who never loose their luster. These are jewels I hold very close to my heart.  Today, I lost one such favorite jewel into oblivion.  Today, my chest became lighter.  Today, m

Full Circle

  "It is not the strongest or the most intelligent who will survive but those who can best manage change."  Charles Darwin "Whatever happens, happens for the best." Anonymous   These quotes are embedded in the deep labyrinths of my mind. I  have always lived by these maxims. They have more often than not worked as soothing balms on my conscious and subconscious mind. They have always had the power to guide me through different phases of my life.  But human mind is such that when faced with a change, the first reaction is to shun it.....you can call it a chemical reaction between mind and heart. It's a struggle between the practical mind and the emotional heart.  This is exactly what happened to me.  It was a cozy life in Mumbai. Oh! How I loved my life in Mumbai!! Nestled in the warm township-like environment, I couldn't have asked for more.  It was a treat watching my mischievous children play with their even more mischievous gang of friends in the beautifu

Gulal Ka Rang Sunhera!

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Holi hai! Holi is called the festival of colours. But I call it the golden festival. I think it is the KING of all the indian festivals. I will tell you why in a bit.... The colours and vibrancy of this festival threads everyone together beautifully.  Holi is a spring  festival and it falls on the onset of vernal equinox. It is predominantly celebrated to welcome fresh colours of spring and bid adieu to the icy cold winter. It has a religious conotation as well. The Hindu legend of Holika symbolizes the crematory ceremony of "holika dahun" and this day is more popularly known as "choti holi".  Holi is a two day celebration. The night before holi, as a symbol of the ancient ceremony, people light a bonfire. This symbolic pyre signifies the victory of good against evil. There is a beautiful story attached to this. The legend has it, that Prahalad, son of an evil King Hiranyakashipu and  a devout devotee of Lord Vishnu refused  to acknowledge his father as the almighty

Be The Change

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It is International Woman's Day. "Celebrated" all over the world with much enthusiasm and rigour. The day originally called "International Working Woman's Day" was marked to promote equal rights for women including sex discrimination at work and suffrage in the, then, male dominated working scenario. A delegation of 100 women from 17 countries agreed upon this " historic strategy." Through the decades this historic strategy has paved its way till it actually became a movement . The century has seen many woman-led strikes, protests and parades world-wide from Vienna in 1911 to the February Revolution in St. Petersburg in 1917 and so on.....till date.   The west actually made this movement into a popular event. The first International Women's Day was observed in 1977 when UN General Assembly members proclaimed March 8 as the UN Day for Women's Rights and World Peace. It was a need of the hour in those days and probably was the most prolific

The things I miss!!

The things I miss: The glitter of Bindis, the sparkle of Kangans, the swirl of Ghargras And the backless cholis. The 'un to gaye thi mele' songs, the long never ending circles, the mid-nite pau-bhajis with friends and aching feet The rhythm of the Dhol, the sound of the dandiyas, the beating of the hearts and in unison ' Ae Hallo' Yes!! These definitely are the things I miss the most these Nine days. And my dearest Friends who have made these memories even more precious. Happy Navratre to All!! May you make memories as precious as mine.