A Journey called Life...

Those moments..

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Wed, 23 May 2012 10:03:00 +0000

There are moments in life when you feel the want of inspiration to just go on. Moments like this are so hard on you that you just want to give up and dig in. Instead of giving up, if you just look around yourself, you may just get back the vigour you need to get back in track.

While all these thoughts were running riot, I happened to meet a spinster. She has many problems that really count as problems. Yet I have always seen her with a sunny smile however always a hint of pathos lingering around. But that's only obvious if you observe. Else none would ever say she shoulders so many responsibilities or pains.

People such as her, inspire you lot more ways than you care to know. It makes you know that hardships we think as such are never so!

Many grays in between!

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Wed, 18 Apr 2012 13:13:00 +0000

The days are surely flying! When did I ever not feel this way. If there was one thing I would love to do, is to slower the pace of this hurried and fast life and savour each moment as it comes. Kids are growing up so quickly, there is hardly enough time to spend with them. Konda is soon going to be 7th grader. I can still remember my own 6th and then how it was moving to a 7th grade. I still remember the confusion, the dilemma and so many other things that plague a child. I wish I could assure her in every single step and make her feel comfortable learning on her own, what this Journey of life has in store.

But then each one has to learn their own lessons, experience everything on their own, to make this life more precious. We just have to be there for them, as our parents were for us and still continue to be.

I don't think parents needs to verbally tell their children how much they love and what they mean to their existence. I guess it's understood. Yet everybody longs to hear it, though they always feel it, with the many hugs, the many kisses and many little words that convey more than enough.

Way too much?

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 01:51:00 +0000

It helps to have a four burner stove!

The Chase!

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Wed, 14 Sep 2011 10:00:00 +0000

It was a busy evening, she was racing to jump the signals. As expected traffic at that office closing time is unbearable. The route that she took is always crowded but can't help much as she has to go through that way. Suddenly there was no way but to stop as the signal turned to red!

For no reason the car in front of her, caught her attention and she keenly looked at it. Then she heard some sound coming. which she knew was from the car in front of her. Before the Nancy Drew in her came waking, she had to first ascertain if it's true. Zip Zap she rode ahead, trying to be very close to the car to peep in. The car had all dark glass which didn't help at all. Now the sound was very distinct. It was surely coming from the car.

The car driver was in his late 40s or so, he didn't look much like a kidnapper. But then she has not actually seen a kidnapper in person right. For all you know there might be somebody dragged and tied down in the back seat, who was beating against the door. The noise was getting louder and she wondered why none of the other commuters didn't notice.

All the Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys she devoured as a kid, came to help. She zoomed ahead to make sure she helps whoever that monster was kidnapping!

She was hoping the driver won't take a different route or a police would come before that happens. The police never came but the road was diverging and she had a hunch that he was taking the turn. She was short of ideas at what to do next, she was saw he turning. She also saw a loose silencer hanging below...

She was glad he took that turn!

Thoughts as they pass..

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Tue, 14 Jun 2011 10:14:00 +0000

I know I am updating this space after such a long gap. Days simply seem to disappear and you never know one from the other. It's been a routine that was hard to break. Before I could even realize we are into the six month of this year and I feel it just begun. It has literally been a rat race against every small thing I do every day.

Months, especially the last couple of months have vanished in thin air, can you believe literally thin air! It's all because kids had summer vacation and their school extended their vacation more. There I was worrying so much about the covering I had to do for Konda, father in law offering to help in and planned his trip accordingly and govt playing havoc on our plans. Finally looks like I will have to do all those covering myself. There actually was a time when I looked forward to that task.

School is reopening tomorrow for Konda, I am so much on nerves. Though I wake up pretty early every day, I wake up to work on the blog. My nightly work has been shifted to day as the kids don't let me work at night. The carefree days are gone, there is no more time for dilly dallying

There are many things I mentally listed that were to be done, still undone..
There are no more days to do them anyway...

Spider world with spider boys!

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Tue, 01 Mar 2011 02:39:00 +0000

Peddu and Chinnu in their Spiderman Dress. we call them Spiderboys. Since Sunday, they are seen only in this costume. While the other Spiderman climbs walls, they climb the sofas and grill windows...

Konda was showing them how to climb!

Days...

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Sat, 26 Feb 2011 17:20:00 +0000

Days surely have passed away very quickly. Not a day passed without me thinking I have neglected this space. I clicked these pictures on the New year Eve. We had a fireworks display and they looked magnificent, just as you wish the life will be.

When it looks like they are showering you with its blessings, you are stuck with its splendid display.

It looked more brilliant than here, I don't think I will ever forget the sensation I had seeing this live.

Today marks the close of a period in many ways. It also marks a new beginning. Makes it very fitting that I should remember that moment in life that got fixed in mind for ever.

However old you become, I guess you never loose the kid in you...as I sit here writing this alone at home, with others already asleep, I think of the many birthdays that have gone by and look forward to another year that is on its way.

The year in passing..

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Fri, 24 Dec 2010 10:10:00 +0000

Some days are always itched so deeply in memory that you really don't have to make an effort to remember them. They come crashing and you are left drenched in the memories that come gushing down. Three years ago yesterday, we had embarked on an adventure with our little toddlers on an unforgettable journey. Even after so many years later, the details of every minute spent, stays fresh in my mind. We were visiting my Parents in Calcutta and it a first trip for us as a family traveling so far and especially to my home. Home always meant being next door, for the first time it was so hard not having them close by. And the joy I felt seeing them again can't be expressed in mere words.

I wrote about the trip a year later and yet I never felt I forgot any detail from that trip. Calcutta during the Christmas time was beautiful. The whole city was celebrating and the joy was contagious. We had a Santa coming to gift us a cake and balloons for the kids. Their joy knew no bounds seeing those balloons. Small are the joys of tiny tots, wish we could say the same. Yet it was such for me too, basking in my parent's love and seeing their happiness, playing with their grandchildren.

When we cut the plum cake, I was reminded of how much I always longed to bake my own fruit cake for Christmas. Hubby dear always says the day ought to be remembered with a cake and wine. And every year we get it for Christmas lunch. Though I have been baking since I was 20 years, I never baked a plum cake. And when I stopped baking, I had no hope I would ever do it.

I remember reading somewhere someone saying "One should always dream, how else will you experience the joy of your dream coming true?" How very true, my dream of so many years finally happened today, thanks to the many wonderful friends I am fortunate to have around me. Their generous sharing not fails to rub and you are filled with warm with those unexpected gestures and kind words. A soul sore after being pained, feels warmth from such gestures. Certain things have to be accepted. Life goes on...
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Speaking of friends, this year has been truly remarkable. I finally met my childhood friends, some after a span of 18 years. Some though I have been in touch for years, got connected again which meant so much. One can never outlive their childhood right! As you grow older, you stop growing. You become a spectator to the life that happens in front of you. Happy at times, Sad at some, the strings that hold seem to have no handle for you to do much. You are a mere puppet doing your part in the show.

Still there is so much joy in knowing your friend is just a phone call away, not somewhere in the unknown, beyond grasps. Talking to whom, reminds you of those moments from past, that brings a joy to heart, reliving those glorious days again in mind. How much ever fulfilled and meaningful your life is now, childhood will forever remain that exalted state for all.

The fun we had when the gang got together over the phone across continents, I could sense the happiness tingling all the way through. I may yet to still achieve what I had set out for this year, there may have been many hardships that came our way, I am grateful for the year that is passing, for the wonderful days that will remain forever fresh in memory. We are stepping ahead with heart full of hopes, of achieving more than what we can, put the best step forward, things are bound to happen right! There is no dearth for optimisms', it is all how you look at!

Come tomorrow, we will take a toast with a slice of homemade fruit cake, store bought wine for our new business venture to go long way. And to wish my friends and family joy in the days that come ahead. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, then Happy Pongal..Cycle goes on..

A day like this!

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Sun, 19 Dec 2010 12:27:00 +0000

Somethings really strikes us most peculiar, and that I can refer to the weather that we have been witnessing past couple of days. It is so chill! So chill to chill your bones. While I ran around twice early night to get the kids from tuition, I could feel the chill breeze hitting me strongly and I felt cringing closer.

This afternoon I actually took a nap without the fan on. Hubby dear teased me that I always sleep in the freezer and he was shocked to see the fanless room! While taking Konda to her class, she said how she wished it would snow in our dear city. Well, I was so surprised my daughter would share the same thought as I did.

A lazy Sunday well spent, albeit quite a few tidings to kids. Cooked something new but actually didn't feel like clicking them, which was so new. But anyway I can always cook again since hubby dear said it was good. Just waiting for the few more hours to pass by, for us to begin our roller coaster!

Voices..

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Sat, 11 Dec 2010 10:31:00 +0000

These are the best, I mean the voices from your childhood. The moments take you on a fly and firmly bring back on earth with a feeling that you have come a circle. It was a conversation with a group of people who were such a part of your life and in between disappeared in thin air. You did speak to all of them at the same time, it felt that all these years interim was never there.

So many things happened in the years that went past, so many that you really can't express all. Yet it makes no sense to think about them, to worry over those thoughts or just forget them. All that mattered was the simple fact that we could finally, finally connect again. The feeling is awesome, it was like being back in the class, making all those pranks..

Life seems to have come so far, yet not that far for me to forget all those years ago..

Thoughts..

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Mon, 29 Nov 2010 09:14:00 +0000

There are some thoughts that come to mind very often. To me especially the thought that this year has been too quick was one thought that come too often to mention. During January, I was counting days and the list of items that ought to get done by so and so dates.

Yet I saw a steady tread of down hill at accomplishing certain things while some certainly never saw the day light. Apart from these were the usual thoughts that travel in a different level in our thought process and I so wish I had my notepad to capture them right away. But nothing happened. And yes those were forgotten on the way.

Added to these, is the fact that I have been having dreams. It's been a while since I had dreams. It used to be a habit for me, trying to remember my dreams and process what it has in relation to what happens. But I stopped getting dreams, maybe because I used to hit the pillow very tired and went into deep sleep right away. The other day I woke up with a dream which featured a super human hero and a trilling adventure. I remember the adventure very vividly even now. But somehow not able to pen it down.

When I happened to mention this to hubby dear, he teased me saying lack of time is what is preventing me from becoming the next Rowling in make. Yes big hopes, but that still make me think of my "The Adventures of Chin Chin" stories that I tell my kids..maybe someday!

Before you step in...Beware!

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Sat, 30 Oct 2010 13:56:00 +0000

How you start your day!

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Wed, 29 Sep 2010 12:13:00 +0000

I have strongly come to believe it depends on how to start your day, your day progresses. It is said if you spend the first 30 minutes thinking what you plan to do, how you are going to react to the various things that come your way, greatly affects your way of thinking and how you approach.

So this is the best time to start with new vibrating thoughts that can take you to new heights. I have experienced this first hand. Couple of days back, I happened read something that really upset me. I reacted to it right away! I was in bad mood for a while, not because it happened but because I reacted badly to it.

The feeling continued and it even showed up in an incident on the road. Traffic being what it is on the roads at the signal, a cyclist came over to bang me. I knew it wasn't my mistake, But as a general rule the cyclist blame the motorcyclist. He started off with a foul language, not giving me a moment to defend myself. Another motorcyclist silenced him saying its hardly a 2 min wait and you want to spoil it by yelling! And he said all this by signaling, which really put things into perspective.

I missed my walking for couple of days. after this incident felt I have to get back with vigour. For that really gave me my much needed "own time". I start the day walking and spending those 30 mins thinking back on various things that normally never surfaces out!

So many thoughts gush out that I really want to find a way to capture them all..But best of all, the feeling that you are walking all alone with nothing to disturb but your thoughts. Many things crystallize this way.

My Brush with Truth!

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Fri, 24 Sep 2010 14:46:00 +0000

Truth sometimes is unbelievably true!
No matter what you think or how you think
it still remains true.
No matter how much pressure, no matter
how much torture you have to go through,
Remain true to the truth, it will see you through!

Hardest pressure makes a diamond of a charcoal,
You are no less, if you know to keep head high,
in tide of tides..
What goes by shall come back for true.
Its only a matter of time..

A lesson learnt!

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Mon, 20 Sep 2010 09:15:00 +0000

As always the morning breeze elevates your spirits like nothing. Surprising I felt pangs of Monday Morning Blues. It's not been regular for a while. A week has passed since I started walking in the mornings. It took finally a lecture from better half, that made me get more concerned on my health again.

He always says earning is important, but earning to pay for hospital bills is not! So I had to heed to that again. Its been great walking and feeling that spring in the move. I was glad that I didn't disappoint him by not being determined in my regime. When I started it last week on Sunday it was drizzling. I thought it was the most beautiful time for one to walk. It continued the same for the next couple of days.

While at it, I also happen to remember something else. Whenever somebody talks to me about exercise, I mostly used to reply that I don't find time. I sleep late and then I got to cook, pack lunches in the mornings etc. But now I find that when one makes up mind, time is always there. It only takes your determination.

Well I must say its a good lesson learnt!

Thoughts!

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 12:41:00 +0000

When you know you are right, no matter how wrong others think of you, doesn't matter
It hurts when people who you thought as friends don't trust you, but in time things will be clear.
Sometimes I wonder, what makes me go on and on.
Is it to prove to others or to myself?

I have no answers, but I know the wheels are moving you are just a spike..it goes on and on..

At a Snail Pace!

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 16:35:00 +0000

Taken during the walk in a park near by during our evening walk. That fact that it was my first of a kind and that fact that I got a picture to share, made me overcome my aversion to look further!

I finally understand what At a Snail Pace meant. Even with my slowest speed, this snail hadn't walked past one tile

Taken with hubby's dear mobile as my camera was not with me. Felt very funny to be seen with a camera during walk!

Shaded Dreams!

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 17:06:00 +0000

This weekend during our return from a temple visit, we happened to stop to pluck the tender leaves from tamarind trees, we were greeted by these.

Hubby dear was busy clicking away from the tree

Only to be surprised by the abundant ones that were found on the ground!

Athamma wanted me to pluck it, I refused saying I wasn't sure if these were edible. She is forever after me to make something with mushroom. She is not able to accept that I detest these!

Doesn't this look cute?

A day to remember!

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 16:25:00 +0000

Happy Raksha Bandhan!

Memories around raksha bandhan are many to write short. Instead this picture will remind me of today with two eager little boys waiting for their sis to tie the pretty ones, while one elder boy was waiting for his turn...The designer rakhi was sent by hubby's younger sis. the other one is on the way he beamed!

Pleasing preschoolers

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 13:25:00 +0000

Holding the interest of preschooler is really a tough job. These gifts were given to my twin boys, who are soon going to be 4 years old, for Friendship day. Their pleasure was so infectious.

Chinnu's Yellow Jeep along with Peddu's Blue Jeep.

Both of them literally lived with these brushes the whole day. Peddu says Pink is his while Chinnu was given Green.

Check out these trendy friendship bands that they sported the whole week long.

Peddu was all geared up with his new things..

Greatness..

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 06:56:00 +0000

If Greatness comes from doing great things..

Greatness of people you live with, comes from them
taking a backseat to let you do great things..

A trip to Yelagiri Hills

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 17:43:00 +0000

A trip was planned to Yelagiri Hills for the weekend with office colleagues. I took Konda along with me. Yelagiri is about 225 kms from Chennai and is a small hill town. The place is really very small and has a lake for tourist attraction.

If you have the strength you can go trekking uphill, which I didn't attempt.

This was on the way to the hill.

Near the hotel we had quite a few jackfruit trees which had the fruits in reachable heights just like the above.

After we relaxed for a while, we walked down to the lake that was just across the corner. This was the entrance.

It is a long walk down, on the pavements you can see such fruits for sale. The colour fruits were quite interesting. The big green ones are passion fruits.

Rest of it, excepting the Cashew fruits with nuts, I couldn't get the English names for them.

Well being a foodie, I ought to be adventurous to taste right. So I risked to taste this fruit. It was tangy, pungent and something else all rolled in one. Of course the chilli powder ensured it masks the overall taste!

Those white and pinks ones are called paneer fruits in tamil.

Konda enjoying herself!

The view from one side of the lake.

While we were on the boat, my colleagues waiting for their turn.

That was one pretty flower!

Forest office, rather old by the looks..

Few models in the park round the lake.

This is a Bird view spot constructed on a huge tree. Few of them were adventurous enough to climb all the way up!

Our breakfast the next day. After eating all that, I obviously had to ride a bike and played badminton, which I was doing after 10 years.

Finally the trip back. The two days was really not enough in terms of traveling as the journey was quite tiring. But Konda was very energetic throughout and enjoyed the maximum. Infact she went for trekking with the elders and was the motivating factor for them to move on the path. I was elated knowing that.

So it was worth the pains in the end!

A First Love ~ Unabridged Version

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Fri, 23 Jul 2010 18:03:00 +0000

First draft was 4 pages, I was thankful getting it to 3 pages. Finally on Sra's suggestion made it to 2 pages for the blog Event Chalks and Chopsticks.

As I mentioned I felt there is not much to the charm if there wasn't melodrama or something mysterious to the past. So read on and if you have time, let me know which one you liked better.

Warning: Don't blame me if you conk off to sleep!

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With the cool breeze flowing into the car, Maya looked at her Dad telling her something. She didn't hear him; her thoughts were on something else. She was lingering on the past, the hurt that was as big as a mountain was trying to engulf her again. Taking a deep breath, she sat back. With a bated breath, with hopes that everything will work out best, she looked forward to a future that was still unknown.

They were moving into a new apartment, new neighbourhood, and a colony very similar to the one they were leaving. Daddy asked her to help him pack things they can't trust the workers with. They had an early start to avoid the traffic. Maya felt that they just settled in their new house when Daddy announced that they are going to move again.

Still Maya didn't mind the change, she wanted to live new dreams, create new friendship and many wonderful memories. Life is too short to live in the past. But hurt sometimes takes forever to heal. Shattered dreams take anions to be built again.

As the car was slowing down, Maya could see a bed of yellow flowers on the road path. Somehow those beautiful flowers on the floor were inviting her to take a shot again at life!

Maya got down helping Daddy; she was all of 17, and a looker. Heads always turned when she walked past. Though with a head full of dreams and ambitions beyond her vision, she hardly ever noticed. Yet she was always piqued that she never had steady girl friends. While boys flocked to her sides, girls kept their distance. And because she was such a tomboy, boys ended up being her best friends.

She was still day dreaming when she saw the lift stop and a gentleman walked out with a small boy and a puppy. She saw Daddy was signing out at her. She grudgingly moved forward to meet Mr. Jacob, their new neighbour.

She often wondered how certain incidents get itched on memory, never to be erased. The memory of that dew kissed January morning, with chill breeze hitting her face, with unsure future, with hopes that can fly high; she would forever remember that little boy's innocent face and an eager looking puppy that was ready to please.

Days passed into months, they slowly settled in the new place. Maya was taking comforts in her books. Of course not what the curriculum prescribed. But the many Mills & Boons she got from friends. Her friends cover the books with brown papers to hide from the teachers and then it was carried home too. Her Mom was very innocent to know that Maya no longer was only reading comics.

Her parents knew she was a good student if she cared enough. But in the days that passed she was so engrossed in that world, every corner turned Maya used to think a TDH hero would come pouncing forward. Of course she had a head on her shoulder that said there are no TDH heroes in real world.

Her new friends played tennis and finally convinced her to join them. One fine evening when she walked into the court, she felt conspicuous of many eyes eying her in varying expressions. The game wasn't new to her, but she felt very out of place.

When the game begun, her eyes were drawn to the opponent who was smashing every other shot at her. End of the game she was fuming and determined to get the better of him. Introduced or not, she wasn't bothered she wanted to give him a piece of her mind; little did she know she would barter her heart too.

For a person who was a tomboy and who cared a dime on what a guy thinks, she was speechless for couple of minutes. She wondered if she was day dreaming, as she was literally gaping at the person from books in front of her, who was actually grinning.

She was finally introduced to Dev, the chocolate boy of the gang. Maya didn't remember anything beyond that and knew from then on there was no reason why she shouldn't go to play tennis. Come rain or cyclone, Maya was seen on the court very promptly.

This was really funny because for all she existed, she was invisible to Dev. Just as she was clueless on why she had so many admirers, she was clueless as to why he never bothered to look.

Maya was determined that she is going to change the dynamics. She was given an opportunity before she even knew about it. At the yearly Tennis club cultural event, it was decided to have a potluck dinner. Each player was asked to bring along something.

They really had fun debating on the menu. Finally when it came to the desserts, they had bigger arguments. One wanted Ice creams, while one wanted payasam. While somebody was insisting on Carrot Halwa, most of them disagreed on carrot halwa, saying it was extremely difficult to make carrot halwa for such a large crown.

Maya was surprised to see Dev cheering so much for Carrot Halwa. He said special occasion called for special dishes and even offered to help grate the lot if the need be. Maya was surprised to find her offering to make it.

Was it a disdain that she saw in Dev's expression? She really didn't care any longer. She was determined she was going to make Carrot halwa no matter what the end result was going to be.

Then the reality sank in. How was she going to tell Mom that she offered to make Carrot Halwa? Grate about 7 - 8 kilos of Carrot? Trying to impress somebody is good, but being stupid is not one of it.

With the trepidation setting in, Maya walked home to inform Mom about the Carrot Halwa project. She need not have worried much; Mom was all excited about it. But Maya knew she won't be happy letting Mom have anything to do with the grating part.

On the D day, Maya went shopping with Mom to buy the carrots. Though she has accompanied Mom many times for vegetable shopping, this was the first time she ever really cared what she was buying. She was ready to know everything there is know how a carrot should be for a Halwa!

She can't actually remember when she first ate this halwa as Mom makes it pretty often. But this is the first time it ever got so much importance! With these thoughts she set out to grate the mountain in front of her. She did the first one, and then second, it continued. She lost count after a while.

She engaged her thought process in a different way. What did the bard say? Love's Labour's Lost? Or a labour of Love? Whatever, her mind was not in a state to decipher clearly. That's when she heard the call bell. With grated carrots all over her, she jumped out to open the door.

If she didn't faint, it was because she was made of a better mettle than she thought. It was Dev and few more friends who landed at her door steps to help grate the carrots. They even came with graters!

Mom was really impressed with her friends and she was hoping Mom would notice how well Dev was helping. Maya was simply happy knowing her Mom knew what a wonderful set of friends she has. Events blurred in her memory and she didn't know how the time passed. Dev and others finally left after the work was done, saying they look forward to eating the Halwa for dinner.

Maya helped Mom in making the halwa, most of the time standing next to the stove, making sure the milk wont’ spill over. If grating was a tough nut, getting that carrot cooked in milk was tougher. But she knew the result was a sweetest of all!

Finally with the halwa all packed in a container, Maya got dressed for the party. They had loads of events as part of the activities. But Maya was in trance. When it was time for dinner, Maya had butterflies. She didn't know what was going to happen, but knew something will.

Everybody was saying appreciating each of the dishes. She was with her friends along with Dev and saw he wasn't eating much. She was wondering what was wrong with him when somebody asked the same. He replied that he was saving space for the desserts!

When they moved on to the desserts, she saw Dev loading big scoops of Carrot Halwa. A friend next to him asked how come without tasting he was helping himself to double dose. He turned to say "When it was made with so much love, it is bound to be delicious" with that he looked at Maya with a twinkle in his eyes.

State of Being!

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 12:36:00 +0000

What do you think of Happiness and What do you think of being Content?

Happiness is a state of Mind.
Content is a state of Soul.

You can be Content without being happy.
But you can't be happy without being content.

Happiness comes from achieving what you want,
Content comes from what you already have and being grateful for it.

Daughter's Love

noreply@blogger.com (Srivalli) — Sat, 26 Jun 2010 14:21:00 +0000

Its almost a week late for this post to come. Last sunday being Father's day, Konda had a game for her father. The game was to check on a trail she left in the different parts of the house. He was supposed to find out the answers. He was finally lead to this doll.

She gifted this doll to him.

Naturally Daddy dear was very elated on being gifted with a doll. Said this was the first time he was given a doll.