This morning I had an idea. I had a few dried up twigs, a rose that I’ve kept for more than 2 years, and a few Autumn leaves I rescued today. I pictured an Autumn Landscape. And I thought why not.

So I started working on this piece, I call Autumn Landscape. When I’m not infront of their eyes anymore, my loved ones can reflect me in these hues. 🍂 

Let’s see how it turns out.


I dedicate this post on my birthday to my friends and family, those of them who choose to stick around and help me be myself!

My bff and I have this dream to sit under a sky one night and gaze at the stars and talk for endless hours

My bff has been managing to come over to my house for a birthday surprise for past 7 years despite her exhausting job routine.

Every year my parents and sibling sneak out of the house to come back with flowers and gifts.

My fuel

These little thoughts behind big gestures define me and my definition of love. 

My bff and I made ourselves cosy in bed, kept food all around us and watched a movie. It was one of my favourite birthdays ever. The movie ended up with the thoughts: To be in love is to be yourself. I love you because when I’m with you, I’m more myself than I’m with anybody else.

When we grow up in such love, we become enthusiasts to reflect the same love from the people of the world. We dedicate a major chunk of our lives to this quest. The journey of growing up for me has partly been returning to my roots. I’ve settled down with my anchors, my folks who let me be me and hold me to myself. 

I’ll always love you. I don’t think I can be more me with anybody but when I’m with you guys.

Thank you.

We’re teaching my niece to call me phoo, which is a short form of phuppo meaning aunt.

Two Seas #writephoto

This was her sanctuary. She used to go there everytime something stirred her heart. She would sit there for hours and silently gaze at the calm sea. 

Some days she took me with her. The days she wanted to talk. Or hear her own voice. Everytime we sat together, she would look at the endless sea and say:

Do you see how calm the sea is today? Someday I will be like her. Someday but not today, because the winds are circling up and I must prepare for the storm that is imminent.

The sea is magnanimous. When the storm hits her, it is not herself that she has to protect, it is the countless life forms that depend on her. Is it the sea in these life forms or are these life forms in sea? We don’t know. But everytime she faces a storm, she has a choice to make, she could either sustain them or crush them. And she chooses to sustain.”

Once she has reassured herself of the right choice, she would lay with eyes closed and hear the waves collide subtly with the rocks. 

There was a strange tranquility in watching her lay beside the sea. It was intoxicating. I felt like I was gazing at two seas opening up to each other forming an ocean that was so compelling, it would sink any heart that wandered too close.

This post is for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge. This week’s theme being bleak.

From Destiny to Journey 

Image by Annie Spratt

I wrote this two years ago. I was naive, I thought life was about meeting your destiny.

He remembered how as a child this was his favorite dream, destiny. A force he should have been scared of, a wish he should have never made. But it wasn’t so consequential then. Destiny was something fascinating waiting to unfurl. For him to follow, discover, cherish. After all what could be bad with having a custom made path? A prewritten book of which he was a story, but not composed by him. What could be wrong with that? 

It wasn’t until, that night, when he pondered why do some birds fall from their flight that he realized that if at the end of this page of their story, their flight is to crash, it will. Nothing will prevent them from it. They can take up a hundred different ways to try to sustain themselves, but they will fall. Because that’s what it’s like to have a prewritten story. No matter how many times you turn your hourglass and restart your chapter, all your versions will converge at one end, because this is the end that has been written for you. And that’s what it feels like to be a follower of that one, colossal destiny of which only a chapter had passed.

-2 years apart-

Now I understand. Destiny is bigger than us. Life is about the journey.

She had told him that falling wasn’t the worst part. But he couldn’t see how it wasn’t. 

Atleast not until years later when he was at her place and he knew what she meant. 

It wasn’t the fall that had consumed her, it was being stuck in the process. Going back and forth, back and forth trying a different outcome to the same course. 

He knew if he didn’t find himself a different course, the process will consume him too.

-to be continued-