We leave places behind, but pieces of them keep travelling with us ….
Tag: reflection
Turona’s Mountain
There was a small village at the foot of a mountain. The village was called Shantipur. In that village lived a little girl named Turona. Every day, Turona would gaze at the big mountain from afar. In the morning, the mountain sparkled in golden sunlight, and by evening, it glowed in a soft reddish hue …
One day, Turona decided she would climb to the top of that mountain. Everyone said, ‘It’s too high, you won’t be able to.’ But Turona smiled and replied, ‘How will I know if I don’t try?’ …
The next morning, she set off with a bottle of water, some fruit, and a notebook. On the way, she grew tired, her feet ached on the stones, yet she didn’t stop. Sometimes she sat down to rest, listening to the sound of the wind and watching the birds fly …
Finally, after noon, she reached the top of the mountain. Looking down, she saw how beautiful her little village was, green fields, tiny houses, and a silver river flowing gently through it …
In her notebook, Turona wrote, ‘The joy of reaching the highest place only comes when you refuse to give up.’ …
Then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The air smelled of freedom, and inside her heart, there was peace …
She realized that the real mountain wasn’t outside, but within her. And that day, she had conquered both …
How we used to write short stories when we were young! I remember how every night I’d make up stories to tell my little sisters before they fell asleep. I used to jot down bits of them in my notebook too. Often, I’d go up to our rooftop with that notebook, gazing at the distant sky until my thoughts drifted away. I wanted to write, and sometimes, I did. Other times, I simply got lost in my own imagination!
I’m sure it happened with you too!
Anyways, now tell me,
What is the ‘mountain’ in your own life that you’ve been afraid to climb?
Or tell me,
When was the last time you tried something even though others doubted you?
A Story of a Keepsake

Little treasures rest
Whispers of time in my hand
Treasures never fade …
An entry ticket to the Sherlock Holmes Museum on Baker Street with my little sister in London. It was a bright and sunny day, and we had such a wonderful experience exploring the museum. Walking through the rooms, seeing the famous detective’s study, and imagining the stories felt magical. This little ticket is now a cherished memory of laughter, curiosity, and a special day spent together …
Life’s simple joys are all around; they only need your attention and appreciation to become cherished memories …
I♥️
Captivated
Detached Attachment

I was waiting
For you
And you didn’t show up
while my odes started to burn …
A heartache …
After a while,
There a humble person came along ..
Seemed so at the moment …
I asked him to take a picture of me and
There I sat at the corner of a bench
In the garden …
Took some time to
Get my mood toned
Up my unsettled face …
There the man waited patiently …
A gentleman ….
Once it’s all set yet unsteady
As I was,
I heard the man said, ‘Ready?’
Twinkled at him and said, ‘Yes’
Smiling …
With the chilly breeze that was
Passing through
I preferred my warm
Jacket kept aside
And my heavy heart smile
For the warmth I needed ….
A harmony ….
Later on I welcomed a friendly
Conversation with the stranger
He seemed to like all of it …
My chitter-chattering
And laughter flowed freely, naturally …
Then we started walking
In the garden, blooming all around
An attachment ….
The balance was the two umbrellas
For each of us,
His violet, mine yellow one
We were walking and talking
Keeping the in-between distance mindfully yet our heart-felt notions were quietly replaying …
The undefined mysteries of the world, meanwhile …
Letting love in our heart, unknowingly …
After a while, we faded into our different paths
Just two strangers with memories
A detachment ….
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Tell me, what is that one odd yet beautiful encounter you experienced in your lifetime?
I Sense You ….

In the stillness of the lake
As I keep still,
I sense you
I sense a feeling of warmth
Flowing inside me …
I sense a reflection of you
Residing inside me …
So beautiful and mesmerising …
Then
I sense the strength to move along
In various ups and downs of life
With you and you only …
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Diamond is Forever

That you are
a diamond
is true; cause
you sparkle
so
I sparkle;
just as a dew on
a petal; you shine
then i shine
through
you;
You twinkle
thereon I twinkle
like a beautiful star
cause a diamond
is forever.
its true.
Cause you are
my diamond
and I love u and
its forever
too.
Ecstasy
At night
I slept well …
I saw you in my dream!
That’s surreal
This moment of joy is gifted by God ….

Perplexed

If only you knew ….
You’re always in my thoughts!
I do not know what tomorrow will bring …
For now,
I m too scared to get my heart broken!
A Reflection of You
is nothing but a reflection of me ….
A reflection of you-
A love that spans the miles.
A reflection of you-
The steady noonday sunbeams.
A reflection of you-
The unfolding of words.
A reflection of you-
A plain-spoken philosophy.
A reflection of you-
An ambient naturalism.
A reflection of you-
A friend, most protective.
A reflection of you-
A promise of a lifetime happiness.
A reflection of you-
A flash of lightening in darkness.
A reflection of you-
The soft caress closeness.
A reflection of you-
Too tempting and warm.
A reflection of you-
Something nice about something wrong.
A reflection of you-
A seamless flowing movement.
A reflection of you-
The beating to joyful rhythms.
A reflection of you-
An endless age, inside and out.
A reflection of you-
Thus the windows to my heart.
A reflection of you-
A pleasing proportionality.
A reflection of you-
The threads of my antic tapestry.
A reflection of you-
The reflective silence.
A reflection of you-
Is the mirror of a beautiful reflection?
A reflection of you-
Is nothing but a reflection of me.