Delightful reveries

Don't they have stories to tell?

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Wed, 20 Jun 2018 16:16:00 +0000

Don't they have stories to tell?

The ever transient skies,

Changing from blue to pink to purple and black,

They contain clouds of stories, willing to burst forth ,

But no one to listen,

They sing songs of rage,

Only the thunder applauds,

They cry out in agony,

And lightning strikes.

The leaves that fall off trees,

And drift as the wind takes them,

Seem to shy to tell their stories...

The wind that whispers words into your hair,

Carries a treasure trove of stories,

Breathed into it by the trees, the sand and the life around.

Don't you have stories to tell?

Of the stuff you are made off,

What made you you,

And what you mask in those liquid eyes and behind that smile?

~Ashwini.V

The Quiet Noise of the Night

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Sun, 21 Jan 2018 17:07:00 +0000

The wind whispers occasionally,

on a silent,starry night.

The rythmic tick-tocks of the clock

and the peaceful breathing of others sleeping

quietens the mind.

An occasional thudding of a door somewhere,

and a car roaring to life can be heard.

But the night has only begun.

As the night gently turns darker,murkier,

the world around becomes quieter,

And the sound,of our own breathing can be heard.

The night begins to get chilly,

and the wind becomes playfully still,

as the night progresses to its darkest phase,

before dawn.

And yet the chilly wind whispers occasionally,

on a silent starry night.

Winter times = Beautiful times !

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Sun, 21 Jan 2018 17:06:00 +0000

Hey there beautiful people!

On this beautiful winter day, as I type, Sunlight streams in through the windows onto my desk and seems to melt on my face. I feel good until after sometime..."O my God! My Face is a furnace!! I need to get away from here! Nah too lazy for that😂 Let me just pull those curtains together.
Aah.. that feels way better. Sweet Relief!

So today I'll talk about some warmm winter myths that need to be busted. Like Right Now.

#1 The warm snuggle - Winter time= Snuggle time in Blankets! Oh I'm just loving this warm softy blanket!. No!! We haven't got time for that, honey! Get up and go do your work! Winter time=Assignments time=Preparation for exams time=Very less time to snuggle lazily.😞

#2 Coffee by my side , Novel in my hands and wrapped in a blanket.
Reality=Impossible. If you are wrapped in a blanket , your hands will be inside the blanket. If your hands are outside you feel cold. Somehow manage to smuggle a book. Fine. Steaming Coffee/Hot Chocolate/Tea by the side, on the table. In the first place, it requires two hands to hold the book.(If it's a paperback). Secondly you are on the bed. Please think, what are the oddities that you manage to drink the hot drink without spilling it over yourself?( Leave the blanket aside for now.)

#3 Steaming hot drink-Will without a doubt burn your tongue, leaving no taste behind for a few days.

What do you think? Have you experienced the same?? Comment below!

Also, what are you waiting for?

Get back to doing your work!! While I enjoy my relatively hot chocolate😊😉(Arey, atleast for a while yaarr)

Adventures of the dreamy girl: #4 The Pause

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Fri, 17 Nov 2017 16:56:00 +0000

Dear Diary,

I feel that life, is in the momentary pauses that we take.We come most alive when we pause, to reflect on ourselves, to relive on our childhood memories, to think back to happy times.🌈
Also, when we pause our daily routine to curl up with our loved ones and spend some time with our good friends.💗
To feel that joy that sparks up within us, when we spend time by ourselves, maybe relaxing alongside nature amidst dewy mountains,dazzling beaches, lush forests or dune-filled deserts transports us to a different world altogether.🌏
We come the most alive when silence surrounds us, maybe in the quiet darkness,or the silent noise of the rain or when the warm winter sun shines in through the window in our quiet room.🌟
And I also feel that we should work our routine out to its fullest,so that when we take a momentary pause, we enjoy it like our first.

Memories

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Tue, 17 Jan 2017 16:34:00 +0000

For, the photograph never captures a memory, it only captures the moment.The memories can only be captured by the camera of the soul,known as the mind.Memories, once captured, lay in the back of the mind,stored, in heavy treasure chests,waiting to be called.

A memory is like light , the more you fed off it.the more it grows stronger

In this ever transient world,photographs may fade away,but memories won't.'Cause memories stored in the chests are closely connected to the heart and the feelings, seldom do the photographs fade.In fact, they were never photographs tucked away in chests, only movies; Movies to be played on loop, Every single year of your life.

Adventures of the dreamy girl: #3

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Fri, 04 Nov 2016 16:06:00 +0000

"All of us talk of going on a journey, to sit with peace, and enjoy the nature's bounty. Maybe, to Kerala, Kashmir, Darjeeling...
It is an outward journey, from our home. But why do we make this "outward journey?" To enjoy the nature? Reconnect with ourselves? Relax? And also maybe to ignite the spark in us, soothe our frayed hearts, calm our chattering minds to make a start to begin the journey within. And it may work, for a little while. And then, back to square one. We make a promise, every single time, that on returning, we shall stay the same. But the world outside is happy enough to bring us back to our old ways. Or maybe we are not strong enough to withstand the pressure of not going back to the old ways.So what does it become?
The journey to nowhere. Maybe.

Since we enjoy nature during the trip..it can't be the journey to nowhere. So what is the journey to nowhere???
Life. I feel so. Well not exactly journey to nowhere, journey to the unknown. Yea that's better.
Life has,is, and will always be a journey. But where exactly do we go after completing the journey? That I do not know. It doesn't matter.
Because the journey matters more than the destination."

About writing

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Thu, 27 Oct 2016 15:52:00 +0000

Writing is not a skill.It is an art, of carefully choosing the choicest words,and weaving them together in a fashion that would entice him/her to read more.
Writing is not an art.It is the science, of applying the mind's most brilliant ideas and presenting them to the world on paper.
Writing is not science, it is the skill of laying carefully, the thought processes that bog the brain and heart, everyday, every night.
Great writings do not just exist. They create, Imagination in the mind of the reader;Dreams in the eyes of soul;A world of fantasy to the dreamer;A place of escape to the weary;Another world to the traveler;Description to the blind;Solace to the seeker.
They become a friend to the friendless.
Great writings provide courage and comfort, warmth and inspiration,and knowledge.
They can inspire and sadden at the same time.Be sarcastic yet joyful and provide love yet inject darkness.
Not everyone can write so.
Hence writing is not a skill,it's a superpower.
And so another article of this 'superpower'less author(trying to be one) chimes to an end.
You're free to go!
Thanks for reading:)

Low light street photography;) Part 1

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Sun, 16 Oct 2016 09:05:00 +0000

Golden light:);)

Illuminati

The busy quietness of an evening.

Poem

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Sun, 16 Oct 2016 08:45:00 +0000

And I'm back with a bang!!!!

Meanwhile, this is what happened in AshVland: A poem ;)

It rains noisily,

I jump and run fast,

Trying to find shady trees,

my feet splashing against

puddles and wet leaves.

I run for cover,

when I hear footsteps,

following me to the tree.

My heart lurches and races and pounds to be free.

These are the footsteps of my past

whose eyes stare at me,

boring into the back of my body.

I breathe heavily trying to forget my past,

watching a thin tree run past.

I almost trip, still living in the past.

Finally find a tree,

Heave a sigh of relief,

only to find that,my

past has followed me quietly,

to my grief.

I try to stare back at it,

look it in the eye,

it gleams of failures

wrought on it.

I shut my eyes,

unable to bear,

try to disconnect,

leave it under the tree,

yet the heart looks back

as I run in front,

trying to become free.

The rain has stopped.

So that was the poem!!
How did y'all like it?
Do comment and let me know! Thanks in advance:)

1 year !!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Mon, 15 Aug 2016 10:48:00 +0000

This post will be close to my heart always..as it celebrates one year of my blogging and independence day of my country (India):))
There cannot be a prouder moment in my life!
One year of blogging=A roller-coaster ride. ;) And yes, I have improved.
But this is the first year only and there is still a longg way to go.I will improve my blog ,I promise:)
and myself too.I can call myself a one year old baby (in blogging) who has taken that first step with her right leg:))
Blogging celebrates diversity of thoughts & on Independence Day we celebrate unity in diversity !:)

So thank you all! Please do continue with me on this journey!
Loads of luv,
AshV:)

The Pigeon Diaries-Part 3

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Tue, 12 Jul 2016 14:15:00 +0000

Here, I will be sharing the stages of them growing up:)

The cuute babies! They haven't opened their eyes yet:)

Looks like they're smiling!

Feeding time.

Them feathers are growing!!

And I'm their family photographer ;)

Almost full grown! I'm proud of them:')
Though I didn't do anything:P

Monsoon romantics:-1.The sweet song of rain

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Mon, 11 Jul 2016 11:45:00 +0000

All for a rainy day:)

I can hear the footsteps of rain,
As it walks along roads and pathways,
Creating lil puddles.
Puddles of joy,
That once were eagerly awaited for.

I can hear the rain,
Softly talking to the trees
And bringing the soft breeze,
That chills me, down to the bone.

I can hear the rain,
And feel its little droplets
Fall on my face and arms,
As I open myself,
to the rain.

The Pigeon Diaries-Part 2

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Sat, 18 Jun 2016 06:38:00 +0000

So here's some exciting news!

But first, see this.

Two eggs!!!!

Now for the surprise!

Lo and behold..

One of them hatched!(:Today morning:))

And the mommy pigeon, looking at them and us,

in an alert manner!!

Hoping the other one hatches soooooonn :D

Also, this is my 20th post!! So thank you all!:):*

Old world charms...

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Mon, 06 Jun 2016 10:14:00 +0000

Spending an afternoon watching vehicles whizz by and people walking by, sipping Hyderabad's iconic irani chai, along with osmania biscuits and samosas in the city's famed Garden Restaurant with the Clock Tower looming large,

is indeed a memorable pleasure, as it reminds one of the slow paced, fun filled life, before the advent of the modern technology.

A short story.

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Mon, 06 Jun 2016 09:33:00 +0000

"The seat beside her was empty." The seat next to her in the library was empty."She cared a naught". She cared a naught. For,she was lost in that book. "Her hair flew around her face, playfully". She took that bit of hair and tucked it gently, behind her ear. "While she waited for him, she whistled a song quietly, to herself." She hummed her favourite song while reading the book. "The song done, she drummed her fingers on her lap, looking for something else to do. Craning her neck in every direction, she tried to spot something that would interest her, something to pass time for. She spotted a book, lying on the ground, staring at her helplessly. She picked it up and dusted it off. Why it was her favourite! The one she had been searching for, a week ago-To kill a mocking bird. She settled herself comfortably on the seat , and started reading." She flipped the page. She hadn't noticed, that a man had filled in the seat next to her, in the library. "Hours went by, she had completed half of the book. She was to turn to the next chapter..." "Oi! Read that later! Come home now!"The man called out to his sister, who was sitting next to him."What? When did you come?" She smiled at him. "Just now", he said. She closed the book, tucked it under her arm and stood up to leave. She smiled to herself. For she knew, what next would be written on that page. "She was to turn to the next chapter when he came to pick her up." Or so she hoped. That would be a beautiful coincidence, perfect to the T!(Between what happened with her and the girl in the book) She thought.

The Pigeon Diaries-Part 1

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Thu, 02 Jun 2016 17:17:00 +0000

On what seemed like a normally hot summery afternoon that soon turned rainy, the pigeons came into the balcony, as usual, flapping wings and making sounds as though just to irritate me. They stayed there till rain stopped.

The next afternoon, to my surprise, I find the pigeon, very comfortably seated, in a tulsi pot. A tulsi pot that too!! What a choice!! No amount of shooing or clapping hands would budge the pigeon. The problem only escalated, towards the evening, when the maid servant tried to shoo it away.Flapping its wings and making that irritating noise, it almost pecked her! Of course, the mother instinct had come into play. By now you would've understood. It had laid an egg!!!

Excitement building on?

Stay tuned for updates!:)

The seven notes..

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Tue, 24 May 2016 06:33:00 +0000

All of us have heard seven notes. What seven notes? But of course, the seven "musical" notes! :)
Now you know what I'm talking about. Music.

I daresay, Music has played a very important role in everyone's lives. Be it instrumental, unplugged,rock,metal, rap, pop, classical,folk, fusion anything, Music is just music. It knows no barriers,no boundaries. It is free flowing, moving from place to place, touching hearts and souls. Music has played an important role since time immemorial. Music is a medium of expressing happiness & celebrating it. Though there also has been music for the sad times.

When you listen to music, it is just you and the music.All else fades away. Feeling sad/upset? Listen to music! Feeling happy? sing along! Mood off? Music to the rescue again! Music. music. music. What would I have done without it?

For me, it's always the motto : No music. No life.
I'm addicted to music. Are you too?
Do you share your feelings and thoughts!

To talk of secrets...

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Wed, 18 May 2016 12:50:00 +0000

Deep inside everyone's heart is a huge hole,filled with desires that can never be fulfilled, promises that are empty, and countless daydreams and fears that are the darkest of secrets. They maybe known or unknown. Yet, making a huge impact without making themselves known.

That, my dear friend, is the irony of life. Because these deep secrets help us go through our and we draw inspiration from reality, to fantasize these empty dreams, and build castles in the air.

Adventures of the dreamy girl: #2

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Mon, 16 May 2016 11:12:00 +0000

Another leaflet out of her diary..

"I hated the chemistry lab. Too spooky. I could hear eerie sounds whenever I entered it. Its doors cringed and creaked when opened. Since I had to get a doubt on chemistry cleared, I mustered the courage to go into the lab. I opened it, and saw my teacher working on an experiment with the fuse box. She had long nails and wore a pale, expressionless face, and always looked and seemed like a ghost to me. Just as I was about to ask my doubt, the lights went out. She used the fuse box and lit a tiny bulb. By then, the little courage, faded away. I saw my teacher, she had turned into a ghost! She reached out to grab me, but I tried to run away as fast as I could. I ran on and on, without any direction. I didn't see that I was running into a tree, and
BAM! I woke up, pale,panting and sweating. It was but a nightmare."

Oh ,the irony of it!

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Sun, 24 Apr 2016 10:50:00 +0000

I love oxymorons. And irony.

The world's full of them. So are we. Didn't get my point? Come, let me take you through a journey of
the significance of these,umm what do I type,these cardinal words, as I see it.

We are progressing at a very fast rate. Sending people to Mars, Big Data, Artificial intelligence, progressing in medicine etc. The knowledge, technology advancements have developed.But have we, as humans developed? Yes, in a negative way. Or, we have, Regressed. Instances of violence have increased. People have destroyed nature.We instead of learning to respect and nurture nature, are destroying her. This is how we are developing. Having evolved to being the most intelligent species on earth, we have, instead of increasing our respect for our Mother, only shamed and humiliated her.
We are progressively regressing. The oxymoron!
With increase in developments in medicine, it is only natural, that we be healthy. Sorry, not healthy, it should be natural that we are without disease.There is a difference.
But instances of diseases have only increased. There are cases of drug resistant diseases, and these are on the rise. Huh? How ironic right?

The development of tech has allowed us to connect with our loved ones who live far away. Yet this is artificial I feel, to an extent. This has even led to people becoming less friendly face to face while pretending to get really friendly online. Irony alert! Sure is confusing man!!

On a lighter note, all of us who have siblings, have got into pretty ugly fights with them. In school days, teachers would ask us to talk silently, or talk without making noise. Oxymorons!

So, what do you feel??

Adventures of the dreamy girl: #1

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Sat, 06 Feb 2016 16:28:00 +0000

So, here is part one, or what I have taken from her diary secretly;)

"Dear diary,

Friends. Aha. Hit the spot. Sisters? Even better. Soul sisters and twins? Absolutely! Hit the sweet spot !! But not the best. What am i talking about eh? You must be thinking i have gone bonkers.:P No. Not quite. So, listen.

One is pretty lucky if one has a very close friend or a twin.Then he/she can talk about everything under the sun, give opinions, share ideas and yet not be judged,for every move. One can even ask for advice on some matters, get other's perspective and broaden the horizon of one's mind.It helps reduce stress and lightens one up.

But in some cases it would be the best when one talks to oneself.Sometimes, somethings are best when discussed with oneself.And I do this in my mind mostly and write it down in you.But it is of no use since you can't talk back to me or my mind. It is in these cases that i wish for something beautiful.

That, my mind and soul come out together of my body and sit opposite to me,like a mirror reflection,in the shape of a body, mine mostly :P and talk to me. Like, we have a dialogue.My brain and my soul talk to each other and give advice. I feel that would be greatt. Wouldn't it?

Again, you are a still, immovable diary. How would you know??

P.S.-Good night."

Adventures of the dreamy girl

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Sat, 06 Feb 2016 16:02:00 +0000

The last rays of the sun seem to have the midas touch, every place they seem to reach turns a beautiful golden yellow:). The sun seems to be in a hurry to set down and for night to befall.
This beautiful time of the day produces a warm unexplicable feeling in my heart, that everything's going to be okay.And it also takes the girl, lets name her Arch, to her dreamland, a land of paradise, where her rules are only followed.We too wish of such a dreamland right? So, her dreamland is filled with many such beautiful ideas which are not otherwise possible on Earth. But,of course. Dreams are our unfulfilled desires, of houses filled with chocolates, of having superpowers, of a world with peace, that promotes music,art, culture and of environment-friendly buildings, harmonious and religiously tolerant people,of a city filled with books, wishing those childhood dreams to come true:')

She has a monologue, about various ideas in her paradise. The following series is her monologues at different places with different thought flows during different times.
Keen to know what's running through her brain? Read on to find out!

The 10th post! Wohoo..

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Sun, 24 Jan 2016 13:47:00 +0000

I would like to dedicate this post to my mom, since she was the driving force behind me to start this blog.She energizes,inspires and motivates me.Love you mom.This is for you.

One never knows the value of moment until it is reminisced upon.
For, it is a fleeting moment that defines happiness.
And photography helps.The love for photography redefines it,
gives it a new passion, a new meaning.
Like this photo, taken, after rain had blessed the plant with freshness.
A beautiful moment captured, now is a standstill.. a small remainder,
of its glorious past.
This ability to look for these beautiful moments and passion for them,
that, is something that has passed on from you to me.
Thank you,
Amma, for everything.
Love you loads,
Ash.

Sadness.

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Sat, 23 Jan 2016 02:28:00 +0000

Aha. So I would have caught you thinking,'why include sadness in this place?'
Because sadness too is required.Only when we are sad, can we enjoy the happier times better.
As then, we would know the value of happiness & joy, something we all take for granted.As the lines of a popular song go 'you only know you've been high when you're feeling low'. Now be true to yourselves.We do take it for granted that we will always have a happy ending for everything, do we not?.

Sometimes we become sad, we cry without reason. which is good, as it releases pent up feelings. Feeling sad can help us introspect and improve.Sadness is not a sign of weakness or sensitivity, it is a sign that we are alive and have emotions and feelings.

That doesn't mean we be sad most of the times! Because we need to move on in life, bettering ourselves.Only when we know the reason for our sadness, can we find a solution for it.And to tell you the truth, we can't remain sad for long!So we better not spoil our moods at special times (yes I'm contradicting myself) due to petty things.

sadness to sadness to sadness to happiness!

Bath time exploits

noreply@blogger.com (Ashwini.V) — Sat, 09 Jan 2016 09:47:00 +0000

My bath time is the most wonderful time of the day.
It is where i feel, that we show our true self to ourselves.We sing, we dance, we think just about anything under the sun and explore the deepest of our secrets within ourselves. We basically lay ourselves bare.We imagine the weirdest of the fantasies, of the happening of our secret desires, of writing a book one day,of creating a whole new world with psychic powers without needing to communicate with their lips as they can do with their brain,of thinking to be heroes and heroines or superpeople having superpowers...i could go on and on..It is where we get most of our ideas. We also plan for the day while in our shower.
Though i don't know if the same can be said of a bucket bath( my term for taking bath with a bucket) as we are constantly reminded of reality by having to take water and keep pouring it n ourselves. or if the same can be said of a bathing in a tub. A tub is way too relaxing. It could induce sleep! But in case of a shower,especially in winter, as the hot yet gentle drops of water fall on your skin warming your chilled body, nothing could be better inviting to go away to a far off dreamland...
Also if you have a bad mood, having a bath can be quite helpful in consoling and cheering you up! This has happened to me many times:)
And let me tell you that i am not the only one! I have heard of people vanishing into the bathroom for an hour at large!
Now i know for sure you won't look at bathing the same way you used to;)
But you know the funniest part?
I got the idea for this post too in the shower. Hoped you would have guessed by now. haha