11 April 2019

Word pictures

Came across these sentences in an old book of mine.  Each one gave me goose bumps.



  1. 'The rain kept tapping with a million nervous fingers.'
  2. 'Sheet lightning was dancing on the horizon to a broken tune played by far-off thunder.'
  3. 'Dawn was beginning to prowl about the sky and put out the stars.'
  4. 'The ancient wilderness dreamed, stretched itself all open to the sun, and seemed to sigh with immeasurable content.'
  5. 'The sea listlessly turned over page after page of its endless book upon the sand.'


Which of them appeals to you most?

10 April 2019

I have been noticing that blog posts, in these times of all the other social media, don't seem to be getting any comments.  I have been looking over other blogs too.  I guess, if like Instagram and Facebook, there was a 'like' button, maybe folks would use that.  It has become much easier to use like buttons, and or emojis and I am just as guilty.  But sometimes I yearn for a meaty comment.

28 March 2019

Short break

We--my husband and I--had gone to Kovalam a couple of weeks back, after quite a long time for us.  I had posted pictures over on my other blog Beauty around me.    Both of us enjoyed Kovalam as much as we always do.  I do love the sea and Kovalam is an old, old favourite.

21 March 2019

Trying to beat sugar cravings!

I have--over the course of the last 6 years or so--been trying to get myself to follow a more healthy lifestyle.
Now I have managed to motivate myself enough to do some kind of working out at least 6 days a week.  I have managed to loose some weight, which I thought was an impossible feat after hitting 60.  Best of all, to me, is that I can now climb stairs and sit on a low stool and get up without help.  I cannot still sit on the floor and get up without using my hands and knees.  But it is certainly an improvement.
I have learned to give up added sugar on a daily basis as much as possible.  But I realise, rather sadly, that the craving for sweets has not gone away at all.  Others have said--including my daughter--that after a while of not eating sweets, the desire for something sweet goes away.  Alas, I still like the sweet stuff.  So now I allow myself the luxury of eating a dessert when I am invited out: after all the maker of that dessert would feel sad if the dessert wasn't eaten isn't that so?  And, dark chocolate is not to passed up--it's healthy anyway.
So I keep hoping that with each passing day my cravings for the sweet stuff will go away.

11 February 2019

I've been reading old posts and I realise that the very act of blogging acted as a big catharsis in dealing with my eldest's death.  The fact that I could write out my feelings has certainly helped.  I also realise I have been blogging for quite a while now--more than 10 years now.  The friends I have made through my blog I am grateful for, though I have met only one and that was truly enjoyable meeting.[ A shout out to Onedia]. 
With all the new media around, one just gets lazy to blog I think, since everything else requires only a few words, or no words at all (just emojis)!!  Hopefully I will come up with topics that I want to share and blog about to keep this blog going.

07 February 2019

It's 6 years today, since my eldest son passed away.   Time, as always, flows on, unheeding of joys and sorrows.  And I still miss him and always will naturally.  Each of my children I admire(admired) for different reasons.  My eldest was one who could make most people laugh and could almost always laugh at himself too.  I miss his jokes, his sparring with me and his music, oh his music.  I have his guitar now and I use it frequently.  But my playing is nothing compared to his, his long flexible fingers running over the strings. 
Time has healed the wound, but the scar will always be there.  Missing him.

21 November 2018

"To a grandson"

Found this poem today when searching through old files, and written for my first grandchild, a long while back.


On a clear August day


Do you see the butterflies little one?
Fluttering through flowers and trees.
Look, look at the leaves floating down, little one
Hear them crunch beneath our feet.
Listen to the song of the wind little one
And feel it ruffle your hair.
Let’s call out to the crow little one,
Sitting on a branch just there.
The wonder in your eyes
Awakens wonder in my heart
And I wish you could stay,
And let me share the wonder.

Stay, little one,
Stay here, 
Safe in Grandma’s arms.