It’s true that art of any kind is rejuvenating and also a therapy to the body and soul. When an art is created and viewed, it not only soothes the mind but also gives a sense of accomplishment, which is incomparable with any materialistic success. This fills one with zest. Those who love art know what the above said means. Those who don’t pursue any such art form, must give oneself a try to let their mind be filled with this soulfulness.
Recently I created this Mandala wall art on mini canvases. Hope it is worthy enough to gain your attention. Take a look!
Just a year back, I had no idea life would change so much, would be so beautiful, would make my existence more meaningful. And it’s all because of you ~ my sweet little princess! I never knew I had so much potential and resilience in me. When you came, you made me realize that I am stronger than I thought and more powerful than I could imagine. It is beautiful how a little human being can make a woman evolve in so many ways. In this last year you made me learn many things which could never have been possible even if I would have tried a ton times.
Each single day I have seen you grow and I admit that though I find this beautiful yet I miss each passed phase, as it makes me realize time is running too fast. Indeed it is; it was just yesterday when I gave birth to you and held you in my arms and here you are, a one year kid. I close my eyes and still find myself in the same hospital labour room where you were born; each moment is just as fresh as ever. The bliss I could never forget, and I refrain from describing it, as it cannot be.
When you come towards me and grab me with your tiny hands and try to stand up on those little feet, I feel the luckiest person in this world.
Dearest Shreeva, today is the day to celebrate our lovely and unique bond, which we have developed in this one year. 5th October will always be a day of celebration of our sweet bond, for it was the birth of a mother too. Love you loads, bless you!
And one more day just passes like that, Drenching her in sweat, Making her body ache as she lies down, Awake, her mind racing, In search of new to create, They say rest is a must, but she denies, Not for her duties, but for herself, She longs to move her hands on those canvases, The brushes, the scissors, the little boxes of hues, The warmth of those pages, the smell of those books, The glittery covers, the embracing stories, Oh it has been long, but never did she forget, The magic of treasures,bringing out the best, Soothing thy soul,no matter how exhausted she is, The little things will always bring joy to her, For these have never been so little as one sees.
I believe it’s okay to be grey at times, It’s okay to let your vulnerability show, It’s okay to have your insecurities too. It’s okay to feel left out, It’s okay to let the negative rule, At the end, it’s life and we are humans, Not a proverbial quote, to stand true.
Not all days are jolly and bright, Neither all moments memorable, Some times are a chaotic saga, Of despair, dismay and plight. Nonetheless, a beauty in disguise, Entices despite the tough times, For not always bliss is perfection, Sometimes it’s amidst chaos, When the deeds to meet ends, Bear fruits in the thick of mess.
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.) You respond with something CREATIVE
Here are some suggestions:
An answering photo
A short story (flash fiction)
A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
A song—the lyrics or the performance
As the dawn spanned gradually, Miley stood still, waiting for the rays of the sun to touch her skin. It was 5:30 am in the morning and she was trying to keep herself warm by using her jacket. Last night’s thunderstorm and heavy rainfall had wrecked the surroundings; many trees lay on the ground, electric poles and wires had come down on the roads. But Miley fought it all like a rock, for she knew she had to work in this lighthouse, and she embraced her job.
Easy. Each week I’ll provide a prompt to inspire you to write a very short story. The idea is to manage to type your whole story in a minute or less. Of course, you can think about it before hitting the keyboard, and you can take all your time to edit it afterwards…
Just make sure to tag your story with #1MinFiction, and create a pingback to my week’s challenge post, so I can easily find it!
So, here is this week’s picture;
On my way to home from office last night, wind blew away my bus pass from my hand. On searching I found it lying near the drain hole on the road. I bent and picked it up. Many black pigeons were fluttering near the hole. I spotted a van parked nearby and a little girl scattering grains to the birds. On asking she told me that her father has a poultry and the birds were kept caged. She couldn’t bear their sad faces and brought them here to let them be free. She said she feels so happy and will ask her father for forgiveness later on. Little soul didn’t know the means of livelihood but knew the life for sure, I thought on my way to home.
Summer vacation had started and Sam and Siya had come to stay at Granny’s. Granny was waiting ecstatically at the bus stop. As soon as they came down from the bus, she rushed to grab them in her arms, took their backpacks to carry on her shoulders and together they walked towards Granny’s home. Drizzle made the on set of vacation lovelier, for Granny will make their favourite halwa and pkodas today.
Naina came back from school at noon to find an empty house. She looked everywhere but Granny couldn’t be found. Being a diligent labourer that her Granny was, Naina knew she must be out working somewhere, even though it was 1st May, when the whole world working class gets a holiday. She went farther to the fields and spotted her Granny plucking weeds amidst the crops. She went to her and asked why was she working when it was supposed to be a holiday. “I know it’s a holiday. But I don’t need to take rest, as work gives me energy and keeps me active, you know.”
“Granny, you don’t need to lie to me. I know they didn’t allow you to take a holiday.”
“Naina, you go home. I will come after sometime and serve lunch to you.”
Reluctantly, Naina turned and moved towards the home.
Written for Sadje’s What do you see # 184- International Labour Day
Do you have a dream that you want to see fulfilled?
I believe it is dreams which keeps the spark alive in life and keeps life inside us.
One thing I had been looking forward to since my college days is to become an author and publish my book. Though I have already published my first book, which is an anthology, I aspire to complete the unfinished stories, which have been kept on-hold on and off. I desire to feel that glory which a successful author feels. There are lot of stories I want to tell the world.
On a separate front, I want to read lot and lot of books and travel to see the world.
Written for Sadje’s Sunday Poser # 130- Looking Ahead