Treasured Moments

December the month where endings are written. Sometimes prologue to new aspirations, hopes and new beginnings. It has its own magic. The stardust of joy.

The month where joy looks beautiful. Festivity rules.

Yet remember that there are hearts which are still broken. Some are mourning the loss of their loved ones. Some are going through their own trials and tribulations. Be kind. Be sensitive. Do not forget to be there for these broken souls. Some might be battling an illness. If you are feeling rested pass the calmness to others.

Hope for the best. Treasure what was given to you. What was taken away also had a reason. Love the ones who stayed with you. Bade farewell to the ones who have left you. Value, cherish and treasure each. The moments you lived, the memories you have made. Keep them close.

Be thankful at all times. 

Have a blessed month ahead. Hope for the best in the coming year. 

Secret Santa List

 Dear Santa 

So many wishes,

So many hopes,

So many dreams 

Each wants to see come true!

My greatest wish is to have a continuous supply of my favourite chocolates mind you sans calories 😝😝. Winter cozy evenings by the fireplace reading my favourite best sellers with endless supply of cappuccino and freshly baked cookies. Travelling through the length and breath of the world. Hoping to see a lot of joy all around. Hoping to see a more healthier me in 2022. Hoping  to have my published book of poetry doing the rounds. More lives, more poetry and definitely more yoga 🧘‍♀️. The peace and  calm after every session is priceless. 

Practice more gratitude 🙏.

Immensely grateful for all you have bestowed almighty.

Let the countdown begin for the new year!

Let’s make the last few weeks of 2021 memorable!

Spread joy and love!

Smile 😊!

Stay positive!

Believe that the best is yet to come.

Life after coffee

 Kia woke up to a beautiful morning. The snowflakes fell lovingly down at her windowpane. Waking her up softly. It had been ages since Kia woke up feeling so refreshed and relaxed. No rushing to work. Lounging in lazily in bed.

She turned and looked out at the sparkling landscape. Pristine and white! She could see snowman’s, colourful wreaths all decorating the doors!

The evening would look beautiful. The spirit of Christmas was in the air. Just then there was a soft knock on the door. She heard Maria’s sing song voice. Her grandparents care taker. She ran the house meticulously. She was the one who took care of her the most when she was a child. It was so lovely to see Maria’s smiling face in the morning. She came with her breakfast and her coffee. Just the way she liked it. Strong, slightly bitter. The right mix to wake her up and get her going.

Maria told her that her grandparents were waiting to see her. Kia quickly jumped into the shower. Got ready in a beautiful soft blue warm sweater and jeans. It felt so good to just be able to lounge around wearing her favourite clothes.

She went down humming to herself. The whole brigade was already there. The noisy chatter, the laughter , giggles, it felt so festive already. 

The stockings had to be organised. The Christmas tree stood tall and strong, looking resplendent, just as it always had. 

She turned and looked back at the happiness embracing her. How she wished her father’s smiling face would also be amongst them.

She turned and looked out at the landscape. So restive and peaceful. 

It lasted all of 5 minutes. She was dragged by her cousins to accompany them for Christmas shopping. 

Reflections I see and smile

 She sat by the cozy hearth and reflected on the bygones. Her warm coffee mug, her best solace during winter. So many had left her in her journey. She knew not now what is truly left. What is taken away? 

She sat reflecting of all that she had lost. Today she still sat with a warm cozy heart thanking the creator. She was immensely grateful to him for blessing her with the most prized gift of all, her writing. 

He never said the journey might be easy, What he had promised was of being with her always. That the creator always did.

Kia believed that there would always be a beautiful smiling dawn awaiting for her, and it did.

Her journey so far had been tiring. She had come to her ancestral family home. They had all gathered for the grand celebration of her grandfather’s 90 th Birthday. 

Lots of celebrations lined up. Her cousin’s engagement and her youngest brother’s wedding. 

She sat in her favourite place, the den reliving the past. 

Times like this when she had sat with her dad. Laughing, playing or just reading.

Today the quiet evening once more reminded her of him.

Life had just gone by. She had tossed herself in work.

Forgetting herself. Today she just wanted the quiet and solace of this beautiful place. 

December Vibes

 My favourite month and time of the year. I enjoy being embraced by the winter aura. This time brings a lot of memories of my childhood and my school. 

I loved being able to enjoy the Christmasy feel in my school. It was such a wonderful time of the year. Our whole school was decorated in the spirit of Christmas 🎄. The month long practice of the Christmas celebration kept us in our toes and our brings joyous. 

Choir practice, play practice and so many more events. A week long celebration in school ended with our winter break. 

I miss the spirit of it every single time. 

Trying to recreate it in my own little way. Singing Christmas carols with my students. Planning a Christmas party, secret Santa . The fun of December and the spirit of celebration is all around in leaps and bounds.

Time to meet your friends, attend weddings, let the bygones be bygones. 

Time to welcome the new year in all its spirit!

Truly joy to the world! 

Just love the aura of this beautiful month. White Christmas calls for the celebration of the spirit of red and green in all its festivity!

Time to bake cakes, put up the stocking for the gifts 🎁 to be received by nature! 

Let us gear up for the joyousness of this beautiful month.

Ode to Gratitude

Being grateful at all times. Sounds so easy but in reality the hardest to practice. How many times have we consciously thanked the almighty for all the numerous blessings? How many times have we sat and conversed with him? Poured our hearts out in thankfulness! Only when we have grievances or are hurt, se sit complaining. Yet he listens to us whole heartedly. 

So much given to us. When we sit and pay gratitude to all. We will be bestowed with more and more. He has sent us believing , we will do our best. Then are we doing that?

I love this months. Month of thanksgiving, Time to be thankful. Staying grateful at all times.

I enjoy the warmth of a fireplace. Sitting by it with my coffee . I’m grateful for the weather, even if it’s winter. Even winter comes with its own beauty. Snowy mountains, white pristine landscapes. Shopping for Christmas. Looking towards the new year. Do we send gratitude to the bygones. Whether joyous or not so joyous?

Every phrase of life is like Santa Claus. Bringing good tidings. Sometimes when Santa is absent . They could be certain amount of trials . Yet they make us strong. 

Resilience is important to bring out the perfection in you. Perfection for yourself. Perfection where you emerge as the best version of yourself!

Learn to always pay ode to gratitude. Whatever time of the day, any moment! 

It’s always perfect to pay ode to gratitude!

Slave to Prejudice

 Decades of shackled emotions long to be unshackled. Will they ever feel the freeing breath of freedom. Has woman always been judged at the altar of freedom? Will she only emerge a winner if she stays shackled. Learn the lesson of sacrifice, honours it and excels it.

Living the life of her own choice and freedom, will it still be taboo. How is she honoured? Where is the respect she deserves. In the 21 st century she, is still a victim of domestic abuse. Still assaulted. Still fighting for her freedom . Still fighting for her place. What she ever gets  is criticism and unsolicited judgement ? Will she never be honoured for what she carries deep within?

Will not her being be respected? She has come to carve a niche. Then will she ever be given a chance to show that. She burns deep within. The trail of burning misery scorching her. Will she be able to come out unscathed from the fiery trail of criticism?

Why is she only deemed fit if she wears the armour of sacrifice and stays in it till her last breath. Does she not deserve to laugh uninhibited? Has she only come to be sacrificed repeatedly. To sacrifice her joy to bring smiles on others rigid demeanours. 

Why not a woman who dons multiple roles, is honoured for each? Why is she judged for one, criticised for another?

So much still unanswered, 

So much still fought for,

Wonder when she’ll see the dawn of new thought,

Devoid of prejudice!