Had some free time and a packet of tic tacs , used these felt flowers to add a little colour and I think I have a Christmas present idea for the little ones in the family 🤷♀️
This year there is no cake baked at home , no surprise presents and no party , but I know it’s still a special birthday for R. If it is the best gift of one’s life , a delay of a couple of days doesn’t really matter , no ?
I could only manage making a card !
Have a super year super dad to be 🙂
Wearing a cloak of calm she glistened
Filling the air with empty promises
A weary soul surrendered , hoping to find hope
Longing to find love , believing her siren songs
Blind , unaware , deaf and hypnotized
He walked to escape , into a trap
Like still waters , dangerous and deep,
To be consumed.
Subdued ashen shades of silver
Washed onto a vibrant shore
Grooves telling stories in muted tones
Dampened by the billow’s roar
A keen eyed drifter seduced
Dreams fashioned from the splint
The meagre piece preciously reshaped
Where none before had seen the glint.
that mishmash ( dedicated to all those who see beauty where others see none 🙂 and to H , thank you for helping me find myself. You are brilliant: ))
This one is a repost . Looking at pictures of the Driftwood museum in Kerala brought back memories of this poem .
…two little feet kicking inside your belly to remind you that you are not alone !
I wonder if that’s your way of telling us that you like to move it , move it 🙂 and I hope you can move it , move it like your dada 🙂
The bump to birth diaries to be continued ……
Not all will walk with you to the end
Some will leave midway
There’ll be those you choose to leave behind
Even though they wished to stay
Some will reach out when you stumble
Some may stand and watch you crawl
But YOU are your best bet darling
No one can replace YOU , none at all
Each one has their own battles
There’s only that much that one can do
If you’ve got to rise from the ashes
You’ve got to find strength to live anew
Every time you think you are alone
Wondering how you’ll make it through
Listen to the Keeper of the stars saying,
” There’s so much left inside of YOU”.
( I must thank three people I’ve met on WP who’ve reached out when I’ve been low , Nee my sweetheat , K who manages to put a smile on my face with all his encouragement and H who made me believe in myself when I was in the dumps. I hope someday Nee reads this , I know K will and I hope H finds peace always 🙂 )
I thought there’d be tears
but there were none
no hurt ,no pain, no shame
just a prayer whispered silently
everytime I read your name .
No heartbroken blues
sung by watery eyes
or jostling thoughts
in an overwhelmed mind
just prayers of gratitude
for the memories left behind.
It’s ok to rip the mask and to bare all
To bring down brick by brick that unflinching wall
It’s ok sometimes to wail in pain
And let tears fall without restrain
It’s ok to scream and wonder why
And look up blankly at the sky
It’s ok to let your jaded body be still
And not hurriedly rouse a weakened will
It’s ok to wish it was easier than it is
To plead to fate ‘not now , not this’
It’s ok sometimes to want to flee
Where eyes that judge you cannot see
It’s ok if none can understand
They simply cannot , though you think they can
It’s ok to celebrate each bruise , each scar
Sometimes it’s ok to be what you are
It’s ok to flounder and stagger and fall
Until you find strength to rise and stand tall
It was an extremely perilous journey on that very wet day when we started from Gangtok. I am so thankful to our enthusiastic and cautious driver , who assured us we would make it to Phodong and Labrang , although it would take us longer than usual due to land slides the previous night.
Imagine travelling 40 km to see a lovely Buddhist temple and get a glimpse of splendid architecture only to find it locked with not a single soul in sight! A young monk appeared after about ten minutes and asked us if we’d like to go inside . We were more than happy and he pulled out a bunch of keys and let us in . What a sight that was ! Grand , ornate and simply out of this world . He informed us that photography was prohibited inside.
Famous for the chaam dance in the month of December , the rest of the year is a quiet period , with very few visitors. The old original monastery was destroyed and what stands today is one that was built in the 1970s. This temple is painted in the five colours ‘panchavarna’ ( white , red, blue , green and yellow ) which have symbolic significance in Tibetan Buddhism.
The front gate with the Dharmachakra flanked by deer gazing at the dharmachakra . The driver told us one represents a male deer and the other a female symbolizing harmony and fidelity.
Guardian lions in front of the entrance to the temple were quite colourful , different from the plain white ones I have seen before.
The monk informed us that the external walls of the temple are adorned with the 8 auspicious symbols of Buddhism . The first one I spotted was the pair of golden fish .
He pointed out to this one and asked us to look closely , we did see some of the symbols almost instantly …dharma chakra , pair of golden fish , lotus flower , eternal knot ( in blue ) , the overall pattern of a vase , the little umbrella , conch . Am always confused about the banner of victory , so that remained elusive.
He then showed us a few relics from the original temple and let us a click a picture of them.
We were also show the long gallery where monks sit and watch the rituals and the Chaam dance during festivities. The wooden chair is probably for the Lama .
It’s nice to be able to explore a place sans the maddening crowds. This visit taught me a little about symbolism in Tibetan Buddhism . Will post about Labrang soon. Till then , happy blogging and happy exploring 🙂
A few days ago I wrote about the fishy and meaty treats that I enjoyed in this wonderful city . Today , it’s all about sweets , more than a century old Jewish bakery , bandel cheese and a delicious spread at Kepwies .
I had read about Kewpies and wanted to sample the thala. This is Kewpies …an inviting cozy place …
I opted for the Amish thala , Gobindobhog bhaat with ghee (rice topped with clarified buter) ,Phulko Luchi ( like a puri), Kosha Mangsho ( mutton curry ), Daab chingri (prawn curry ) , Shukto ( vegetarian preparation), papor (papad) , pickle and mishti doi…and there’s more but I don’t remember the names !
Nahoum’s bakery is a Jewish bakery , 114 years old ! As I entered the new market area , it was a sea of people and it took me sometime to get to the bakery . It was nearly closing time . In a hurry , I picked a few things. Of them all , I liked the orange biscuits most and the chicken patties next.
Rasgullas at KC Das …..’Soft and sweet gifts from food heaven’! I don’t know how many I must have eaten…… I tried restraint after the first one , then a weak resolve and these inviting spongy lovelies made me throw all caution to the wind .
Mr Sweet tooth picked a few assorted sweets. I don’t know what each is called , I tasted the yellow one but found it too sweet .
Finally found bandel cheese , smoky and crumbly , originating from the erstwhile Portuguese colony Bandel in East India. Two varieties , white (plain) and brown (smoked). A poor quality picture , but this is all I have.