A simple truth!

To be an angel, one need not have wings.
In giving love, there is an equal grace.
Nor need one seek the aura in the face,
As love unveils the beauty of all things.

- Francois Couperin

November rain

There are so many firsts in our lives... if we take the time to briefly ponder and wonder! Today, as we were driving to work, i realized it was for us, our first morning rain. There's something romantic about the rain, isn't it? Raindrops sliding down the glass, dimming the iced blue view, against ash skies.

The sight of the barren brown trees, the yellow leaves still tenderly holding on... in the gentle winds... the wet dark road littered in red leaves was simply spectacular! Hope its beauty stays on atleast in memory...as i did not have a camera to capture that moment. Its late noon and still, it drizzles... a rainy day is the perfect time for a walk in the woods. But i did not get my umbrella... sigh!

I just went out to see if i can ... rain drops fall... the birds sing...chirp chirp...i wish i could walk gingerly through the puddles, shivering with the dripping twigs, under trees that gift beeds as i pass... but i have to be content looking out the streaked window with longing and complacency! The greenery on this side astounds me, every tree so striking green, from the leaves high above to the ivy on the ground, to each blade of grass. A carpet of red leaves has been laid down by the wind and the rain, inviting, tempting... i childishly mock the leaves shed, feels like the rain was sent to send them flying to the ground.

Wistful... i wonder how comforting it'd be to read by the fire, a hot cup of tea for company... but no chance of lighting a fire in California, even if there is a fireplace... illegal it is!!! My thoughts take me to the burnt down acres on the hills... now that the lands are cooled... rain showers my spirit and waters my soul too.

A jaunt!

“Without new experiences, something inside of us sleeps. The sleeper must awaken.” – Frank Herbert

When do you know you are having an adventure? When its terrifying when its happening but is fun to talk about later.

I have been pampered to such an extent by my better half the past year that it was terrifying and tedious to travel alone. For the first time again after several years, i remembered the feeling of my dad dropping me at school... i felt like walking away from the shade of a nurturing tree into something unknown - rain / harsh sun? I missed him every moment for those few hours, his reassuring presence, his smile, his care, the security. It is only in adventure that some people succeed in knowing themselves - in finding themselves.

One cannot know the heights one can soar until the wings are spread out wide, poised to fly!

Frost in the air

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Lord Byron, English Romantic Poet

I was wondering if i'll be able to see fall colours in California, at the place where i stay. Because fall sets in pretty early in Europe and everything is turned to shades of yellows and bright reds so soon. Fall has perched on the trees here mid November. The trees on the ebay Whitman campus are all turning plaid green, brown, crimson, yellows and reds... The grey afternoons are flushed with flamboyant flowers.
The flawless road is covered in a carpet of golden tiny leaves by dusk. I like the crunching, rustling sound of dry leaves in biting cold. The bright sun of California skies hastens away a few hours soon after noon and the night is more than happy to dart in.

"I woke an early dawn to pluck flowers...
roses they seem to be going out of town.
Withering at the caress of the morn crisp air,
Every petal whispered of rapture.
A full blown yellow rose...
among the leaves so sea green
living its little hours
is prized beyond a sculptured flower
There is a music playing
in the meadows, in the air.
There is a rythm
in the woods, in the fields...
I hope too that my writing
makes music with words."

Miles

Ever absent, ever near;
Still I see thee, still I hear;
Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!
~Francis Kazinczy

A sense of missing my sweetheart sis and mom tugs at my heart strings... the two people i love, cherish and trust the most. I have been lucky and blessed by God to have their guidance, their company, their love and affection... and its true that only they can fill that void, that sad feeling of missing them deeply. Never a secret, never a covering or a hiding... the first to know of everything in their hearts, their plans, their dreams, their mistakes, their errors, their success, their joys...

The beauty of a relationship is not when you stand by and watch, but are in it, creating, playing, adding to the colours of togetherness. It needs more than a relationship to invite someone into your life, to hand over the box of colours and say... colour my life... with tears, smiles, hugs... anything and everything of what you have... it is all acceptable here...

Having seen life from different corners, i have come to understand and count my blessings... not all mother - daughter - sister relationships are blessed. Not all are strong as they were designed to be, not all are true, frank and forthright as an ideal could be.

Wish... i could run into my mother's arms and dig my head into her bosom... wish i could meet her more often, spend more time with her. Wish i could catch my sis over lunch or dinner or go out with her... its been years... since i've spent an evening with her, chatting like the growing up sisters of olden days... no one else for company but just us...

I wonder what my dreams are and where they have led me and whether they are worth all the miles in between us. I wish i could open a door and walk to be with them, ring a bell and hug them. Wish i could surprise them...with my presence!

I miss home... I miss Mommy... I miss Prikku. I love u so much and miss you so much.

I wish i could fly home soon again...I am waiting, hoping and wishing for the time, when we can be together again!

When i look at them through my inner eyes, i see their strength, i see their smiles... i see a reassuring laughter through moistening, bright eyes... a promise of their love forever and i know i carry a part of them in me wherever i am. Yes, that was the thought that gave me the courage i needed when i first stepped out of home to chase some dreams.

Have i made a complete circle? I miss them and realize there is nothing more precious than being able to be around them. Yes, they are the source of my happiness and contentment.

Cozy Abode

'Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home (John Howard Payne)

It is a great feeling to come back to a beautiful home. A home made of loving hearts, every nook and corner only ours. I am its mistress, but it is only walls and a roof without its master. Together, we create our cozy nest... decorating it the way we exactly wish.

A million thanks fall short for my gratitude to my darling for providing me my dream home, for making me an extremely content wife.

This home, our first - holds a lot of firsts of our journey together. This is my shrine and my temple. A home of my own in the most wonderful company of my beloved is a cherished dream come true.