A Few Handpicked Things in Life
BY RANJINI SANKAR
Here's a picture from my walk last week. One day I want to live in a house like this, with French windows and cascading greenery around. 🙂 It has been a wonderful week. My morning routine is coming along very well. Last weekend, I had attended the Art of Living Happiness Program. The breathing techniques … Continue reading Making Your Own Happiness
When you look into the mirror, what do you see? I sometimes see this absolutely flawless, independent human. At other times, the dark complexion, the grey strands of hair, the specs, the marks, discoloration and freckles are visible at full saturation level, completely highlighted! I could almost hear those grey hairs sing! I am not … Continue reading Aina – The Mirror
It was my Birthday yesterday. A very important one as I am stepping into the last bit of my twenties. Before I get into the details, do you know that I am a cusp, and that too of contradictory zodiac signs? Yeah! If interested, just google Leo-Virgo cusp and you'll see. I need a Nobel … Continue reading A Birthday to Introspect
Here is the most heart warming gift you could give your loved ones. A Jar full of everything nice to last a lifetime!
On some days, the moment I enter the gate of our apartments the aroma of food wafts in. Especially if it is lunch time. I can easily spot the Aroma from our kitchen because, well, I have known it for 27 years! My, until-then-quiet-&-happy stomach would start grumbling and the tap of my salivary gland … Continue reading Potatoes, Pickles & Grandma-Fairy dust
"Whom do you like the most? Your father or your mother?" This was (and is I guess) a cliched question people asked children. When they used to ask me, I used to think just for a moment and say, "My Ammamma." That is what I call my Grandma. I had been thinking of starting … Continue reading Grandma Tales
100 Happy Days - Day 88 Happiness is friendship in rain, with book, through letters and conversation. It was 6.50 am. The queue began from the first floor, stretched through the staircase to the ground floor and out. I was on the staircase closer to the first floor. I heard Carnatic music emanating from the room … Continue reading Letters, Rains, Books, Conversations – A Friendship
