Photo challenge: weathered
This picture reflects such a strong message. It calms the ever-chattering mind and gives so much peace and solace; pacifies the soul and fills it with sobriety. The trees swaying with the wind convey that sometimes we must let go of things which disturb our inner peace. At certain times, we must refrain from being a rebel and just go with the flow. We will definitely alleviate; time heals the pain of grief. We just need to synchronize with it and let ourselves loose; not bonding with the complexity.
Another message is that, people who are great and noble-minded do not show off their worth or rank. They are humble and can easily bend, for good and betterment. Just like those tall trees who bow without shame, while the short ones are as stiff as pole, desperately trying to make themselves more conspicuous. People who are for-bearing and forgiving do not have to grasp attention, their deeds and righteousness is evident.
Have a nice day 😊
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite days of the year because it reminds us to give thanks and to count our blessings. Suddenly, so many things become so little when we realize how blessed and lucky we are.
I am thankful for…
- Just being Prerna, myself
- Being alive and to be fortunate enough to see the sun rise every day.
- A crazy sister whose presence is something I value and enjoy.
- Homely home and worldly pleasures
- My height. Can look straight above all heads 😂
- All the sweet food and much-upons.
- Having such close connection to nature, understanding it well and getting highly influenced by it 😊.
- My flowing long hair which compliment me so well.
- How can I forget the novels? They are my life and my pride.
- The wonderful opportunity to start a blog and the height this site has achieved till date.
- Terrific and incredible friends who have matched shoulder with me in every situation, as well as played a leading role in all the nuisance we created !!
- Blogger friends; picked exclusively from different corners of the world, who have motivated and inspired me throughout this blogging journey of mine.
- All the adventures and misadventures, which have taught me important lessons of life in the most indirect ways!
- My comfy pillow and cosy quilt
- Healthy eyes and not having to bear the torment of spectacles.
- A brain that has made me achieve so much praise and honor.
- The smile on my face 😊.
- Having a good sleep everyday!! 💤
- All the love that gets showered on me by so many people who make me feel that I am really needed in their lives 💜.
And the counting goes on…
~~”Start each day with a grateful heart”~~
There was something not quite right about the window. The iron pane was rusting and the glass was cracked. It’s arch looked like the curve of a sad face. It’s appearance was such that, it seemed that the window was hiding some mystery.
I took four steps and heard a creaking sound beneath me. The house was old and full of secrets. I touched the cold iron frame of the window with sweaty fingers and suddenly, felt a change come over my body. It was weird as I could not feel the ground underneath me. It was a zero gravity moment and all I could see around me were big stars- blue and shimmery but with a peculiar haunt.
I twirled and somersaulted everywhere, to eventually, bang into a hard surface. After gaining my consciousness I rose my eyes to see a big tunnel just lying ahead of me.
Bounded by curiosity and fear, I stepped inside. It was a dark and dingy place. I started walking, and walked for hours- the tunnel didn’t seem to end!
Now, I became anxious…Where would the tunnel lead me ? What am I going to face ? – the wrath of nature or ghostly ghosts ?
Lost in these thoughts of mine I apparently came across a fork in the road. Two roads diverged before me. I was confused as the paths were full of ambiguity. The feeling of utter dejection and dismay became stronger in me. The signboard on one read, “Sugar Coated Lies” and the other was just the opposite- ” The Dark and Blunt Truth”. I was in sheer dilemma. Which one was I supposed to choose ?
After much thought I set my foot on the latter, neglecting the consequences of my decision. Having traveled this far, I wanted to raise the curtain off all the mysteries; I wanted the truth – and just the blunt truth.
Neither of the wind nor of the green, I curl myself into a sparkling crystal sphere and dance merrily on the tip of a leaf.
I emerge from the immense agony of mother Earth which everybody can feel but only few understand.
I am the crystal glory of the forest and a tonic for the parched soil beneath.
I am like the pearls of a shattered necklace adding divinity to wherever I lie and intensifying the beauty of nature.
The sheer sight of me brings joy to the butterfly that gently sucks me up considering it a drop from heaven.
I shine like the twinkle of a mother’s eye full of endearment and affection.
I nourish the environment with my subtle moisture. After all, dryness is not so soothing for the eyes 😊.
With so much positivity and selflessness in me, I am still neglected and out of sight for people…
There is something peculiar yet satisfying about nature. There are so many things to learn from it; most important being humility and harmony.
The towering mountains, humongous seas and oceans leaves you in awe. You are forced to bow in front of them. I feel awkward and dejected when people talk about “conquering” mountains. It’s actually the mountain that let’s you pass through it, with utter patience and humility. Hadn’t it been benevolent enough, people would never have climbed it and instead faced it’s wrath.
People living in the shelter of nature share a mutual understanding with it. They respect nature’s beauty and in return, nature cocoons them with tenderness.
Everything under nature lives in symbiosis. The first drop of rainfall cheers up the parched soil and quenches its thirst. The limpid glory which rests itself upon the soft glossy bed of a leaf, looks like pearls which embellish the surroundings. It seems that nature heals those who wish to live in it’s fold.
So, when you go out for adventurous trip, do remember to pack with you, humility, trust, low demands and empathy along with raincoats and boots.
You will find your path more easier to walk on and journey would be all the more pleasant.
~Have a good day!!
I can very much compare myself to a nocturnal species like owls!! Having fondness for nights, I tend to appreciate it’s beauty and uniqueness as compared to other times of the day.
The clouds in the night sky look as if some grey water color has spilled on the canvas of sky. With stars doing the highlights, the canvas looks absolutely mesmerising !! An occasional streak of lightning also contributes to the beauty of the scenery.
Standing in the balcony, one must pay heed to the nightly choir of our knightly insects. Such amazing creatures they are!! – Celebrating their warrior spirit as well as heroism amidst solitude and solace, instead of making it a great show!
The petrichor and the herbaceous aroma of the foliage gives one’s nose, plenty of pleasure. It also calms the mind, leaving you in a fantasy land.
With all the beauty, night carries with it, it also gives me a pleasant atmosphere to work as well as concentrate.
Someone has rightly said, that beautiful things are not boastful or pretend to be bright in the daylight. Instead they shine when the world is dark and asleep…
~Good Night 😊
As the night approached, natural luminous lights slowly adorned the sky. The moon unleashed its divinity and gave out a somber glow to light the path of little Ru.
Ru couldn’t bear the thought of her dearest Grandma being a witch, a sorceress and moreover a “bad woman”.
She ran as fast as her little feet could take her, along the trail lit by her Uncle, Moon. Coming across a refreshing pool, she sat down and thought of the old happy days she had with Grandma. She remembered how the woman cuddled and snugged her up when she was cold. Her lap used to be the most comfortable place for Ru. But now, as she thought, it was filled with impeity and blood of her subjects.
Ru looked down helplessly at the scar on her right arm. It was a witness of her terrible history. She gathered the phosphorescent pool water in her little palms and gently washed the wound. Looking all over the place, for the first time she realised that the place was quite unusual. Everything was so luminous, magical and dreadfully beautiful.
She stared at her reflection in the pool water for a long time, until she could make out a figure of a woman wearing a white robe with pearl headdress. A sense of familiarity struck her as a voice echoed from beneath,
” Go ahead my child.
What your mind says is absolutely true.
The world needs you.
Your subjects need you.
And your mum is with you, in all what you do…”