rey @hope

All day long, I observed the slow & silently flowing river water and the never ending noisy trains passing by  over the bridge on one side. Aren’t they such contrasts ??              As I sat on the banks of  River Periyar  in ‘ The Health Village’ , I  realized ….Isn’t life just the same -  full of contrasts !! In the quest to de-clutter ... M y Home, Head & Heart....  it is now the turn of my H eart .... I now seek answers to my own questions. We all carry a load in our Heart.  In our life don't we all have- ·    The people whom we love immensely- noisy or silent relationships, ·    The silent desires in our heart- simple or complex, ·    The noisy hassles created around us by- people or things. So…..here I decide to  de-clutter my Heart . I would henceforth, enjoy t he slow & silently flowing river like calls of my Heart and make a choice of facing or letting go of the noisy & painful hassles of my life which will still be around me just as the contrast

 T he hot summer days are here again. We look for comfort in the air-conditioned rooms with our favourite books, TV series or the indispensable mobile phones. It was during my regular morning stroll in my favourite Green Paradise that I saw a little sparrow lying unconscious near the water tap. I sprinkled some water on it and a little in its mouth. I rested it in the shade near some plants. After a few hours it flew away...   That was when I looked around for the bird feeder which was kept near the sunflower plant with some grains and water for the birds to fight hunger & heat.  I was told that the earthen bird bath was washed by Mali Bhaiya the previous evening. So the water wasn't kept.   I suddenly felt responsible for the condition of the little sparrow. Only if it would have been there.  I immediately filled it and put it back. The least that I could do to be considerate towards my favourite visitors!!   I now wait to see them back... the scorching sun should not

 Rani, one of our support staff at home walked into my room to inquire on my health yesterday with her tiny son following her like a little lamb. Barely two years or so dressed up in blue jeans & a full sleeved shirt the little boy flashed a smile at me...It was the most infectious smile indeed ! Sultan, my PitBull  was suddenly affected by the intruder in his comfort zone. He went near him and I warned him "Sultu, chota baby hai, tung nahi karna "... And Sultan just licked his little face and the boy flashed yet another smile and patted him. Both of them were almost of the same height and as if Sultan smiled back at him...The boy was not scared and continued to smile and pat him... A warm smile is a universal language of kindness. I was so touched with the smile of that little boy. I hugged him and handed over a chocolate to him to see yet another electrifying smile . Smile is such a powerful expression. It can change moods in no time. They say-' There are hu

I always admired my Mother’s love for gardening  and her  dedication towards it.  She would religiously put in hours  of hard work to see her blooming glories.               Somewhere I too love to see the magic of nature and the play of colors it displays around. S o when I realized this passion of mine still existed in me , I decided to pursue it.  The barren terrace had a lot of space and then my trips to the nursery and potters started . Soon the terrace had enough and more plants and my Mali Bhaiya and I created a lovely terrace garden in a few months time. I would spend most of my mornings and evenings in M y Green Space and whatever other time that I had on checking about new plants and tips to take care of plants.        Sultan , my Pit Bull has a fondness for my plants too. He would inspect every new plant added to my collection and enjoyed being on the terrace with me.  Soon my children found the terrace to be the most desirous place to spend time... the numerous colors enc