The drive was lovely.There seemed to be at least a hundred shades of green! a real treat for city dwellers.
The steps to reach the cave temple.
A view from inside.
A sculpture of Shiva and Parvati atop Nandi.I found it so beautiful.
We had to reach the top of this hill!
There was a tiny stream trickling down the hill, on the way .Water was so cool and refreshing.
Finally, we reached the top.This board greeted us.
And the cave temple!
The details left me gaping in wonder.It was splendid, statusque, stunning.
The kids inside the main prayer hall ,posing beneath the 'stupa'
There are many more pictures (I just couldnt stop clicking) But I think this post has enough pictures! Or would you like a part- 2 ?
Cell phones or mobile phones have become such an integrated part of our lives that for many of us, life without it is unimaginable.
There are many who think it is okay to continue texting, while having a conversation with you. They nod to whatever you are saying, their thumbs busy sending that text, (or SMS as it is popularly called) their eyes glued to their phones.
Many of us are so dependent on this little instrument that we have relationships with it! It is almost like an extension of your body part.
How do you look at your cell phone? Would you get irritated if your spouse or partner (or whoever you are living with—your room mate/parent) answered your phone when you weren’t around? (assuming here that you do not carry your cell phone to the shower!) Or would you be happy that they answered your call?
I would love to know what you think. Please vote—and it would be interesting to see which category you fall in.(and also feel free to say what you think in my comment box, after voting!)
Every one of those little blue balls is a thought about something that needs to be done, a decision or a problem that needs to be solved.
A man has only 2 balls and they take up all his thoughts.
I miss you when I wake up in the morning, and instinctively reach out to your side of the bed, to ruffle your hair.
I miss you when I go into the kitchen and make two cups of coffee, without thinking, and then remember you are gone.
I miss you when I lay the table for breakfast and lay a place for you, and then remember you are away.
I miss you when I iron the kids school uniforms, because you usually do it for me.
I miss you when I login to Orkut, because you usually say “please leave it on for me.”
I miss you when the kids leave for school, because you usually hug them, and whisper a ‘magic mantra’ in their ears, so that they have a good day.
I miss you when I read the newspaper, because there would usually be a story that I would want to share with you.
I miss you when I pick up the phone to call you, and I realize that you are in a different time zone, it is still night for you and you will be asleep.
I miss you when I have my lunch, because I know how much you would have enjoyed what I cooked.
I miss you when the children come back from school, because I usually would have called you up, to narrate in detail, what they did.
I miss you in the evenings,because there is no fourth person to complete the teams, to play “Trivial pursuit”.
I miss you when we have dinner, because there is no one to narrate funny stories and make us laugh.
I miss you when I read to the children, because you usually listen to it too.
I miss you when I go to bed even though the children are happy that they can have mummy all to themselves and cuddle up next to me, each on one side.
But most of all I miss you so much, simply because I love you.
More than you will ever know.