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How much time do you have left? Blog marathon post 4.

I came across the above visual and thought it worth sharing. I haven't linked the site as it is already in the visual. It is the ad for a house-cleaning service. But what they had to share I found powerful.

Put in the above manner, it puts so much in perspective.

Time is indeed precious. And I think it is too precious to not spend it with the ones we love most.

Make good memories. Take lots of pictures. Read. Travel. Do something that makes you feel that you have really lived.

Now do that every day----and you have made yourself a life you love!

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When was the last time you did something new? Blog marathon Post 3.

At what age do we stop becoming curious about things, and just accepting of everything that is? At what age do we stop ceasing to wonder about something waiting to be discovered? When does prejudice and set thought patterns take over us, as adults?

These were some of the thoughts that occurred to me when I took my dog for a walk, a little while ago. She is a large dog, and when she stands on her hind legs, she can put her front paws on my shoulders. So you can imagine how huge she must be. On top of that she does look scary, as she is a doberman.


Usually when I take her for a walk, people are so scared that they cross the road and go to the other side. They part  and make way, like the sea did,  when Moses held up his staff.

But today, where was a group of kids who were so curious about her.
They wanted to know if they could pet her. I asked them if they were not scared and they asked me if she would bite them. I told them that she was trained and as long as I was with her and told h…

Zentangle. Blog marathon post 2.

When I was a child, the margins of all my text-books and note-books would forever be filled with little sketches I had made. Mostly it was because I would have already read the lesson long back, understood it and would be bored with the teacher's explanation. Sometimes, it would be because I did not like the illustrations that went along with a lesson, in the text book. So I would draw my own pictures.

Therefore it is no surprise to me when my children do it. (Guess I am raising  non-conformists here. I know some parents who would balk at the thought of their child drawing in text-books. Oh the horror!)

My daughter came home today with this picture, which she had drawn in her note book.



It was definitely more interesting to me than the notes she made above them :)


For those of you who do not know what kind of art this is, it isZentangle.
I had introduced it to her a few months ago.

I did not expect her to be this good!
When I told her that I loved it, she just brushed it aside, …

Blog marathon time again! Post 1: Organic terrace Gardening

Every year I do a blog-marathon. What this means is that there will be a new post every single day, for the next 30 days. It may be a poem, a picture, a recipe, a thought, a musing, an incident--just anything that strikes me as worth sharing, but a new post it shall be.

I started this in 2009 and so have completed five blog marathons so far! It is definitely not easy. Some days, one just doesn't want to post on the blog. But like all marathons---persistence and effort is what gets you to the end post---in my case, the end being 28th August 2014.

The challenge here is to post every single day, no matter what is happening in your life. For me, I have my mom and her sister visiting me soon and I really look forward to it. I also have my husband's side of the family visiting and so it's going to be a busy busy time. This is in between working on my 6th book (yes! It's nearly done!) and in between my newspaper columns.

Of course, as always, you--the ones who read my blog--…

A wonderful afternoon with Cosmo and fellow authors.

Candles in the wind

And this was how my day started this morning.

With hundreds of candles, swaying gently to the breeze.
Not a single one went out. They just danced in rhythm.

To say it was beautiful would be an understatement.

It was sheer bliss, peace and tranquility.
And a feeling of gratitude for every little blessing received.

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, it helps to remember that it shall soon pass. And it also helps to remember all that is going well in your life right now, and be grateful for the blessings.

Not everyone is as fortunate, you know.
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Of sunsets and dead bats

The above is how I usually work. Right now too, as I type this, this is exactly where I am seated and my arm is resting on my dog, who is curled up, fast asleep, with maximum body contact with me, as is possible. The doberman is called a 'Velcro dog' because they love to stick really close to their owners. I can vouch that is true. She is like my shadow, and even if I move for a cup of tea, she has to follow me to make sure I am okay :)
 Click hereto read a beautiful article on what it is like to live with a doberman.

Of all the really odd things that my dog has found, what she found today takes the cake. She found a dead baby bat today. And it was wedged between the glass and the ledge in my study---my usual working place.

She barked and tried to get it with her paws. I investigated, and sure enough the bat was there. She wanted to probably gobble it up--I don't know, but she sure was itching to get it. I quickly scopped it up with the nearest piece of paper lying around …