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Simmering under a low fire,
                         slowly rising to the surface
making no noise,
                       of it's impending advance

Hastening suddenly 
                       as it reaches the summit
raging loudly,
                    pouring out in a split

Oh! haven't we all experienced,
                        the agony of being late, just by a second 
in simmering down the flame,
                         just as the milk rose to fame

A perfect kitchen spoiler, 
                           nothing short of a disaster
was just waiting to happen,
                          surely a ploy by the Heaven!

Who has not cried over spilt milk?.It definitely spells disaster on a perfect morning.

 My take on today's promt-Disaster for the Blog-a-prompt

Monday blues

I suffered from Monday blues when I had a job. Nothing unusual there. However even now, when I do not work outside of home, this day is never welcome in my life. I just want to skip to Tuesday or Wednesday after a Sunday. A two-day weekend of relaxed schedules and outings with the family and friends leaves me craving for more and I hate Sunday evenings.

Interestingly, Monday next should bring some relief in my life since R's school is slated to open that day. He will be away for a straight 6 hours which gives me enough time to bring in some semblance into my schedule. Of course, this will be the beginning of a new circus in the mornings since R and the husband's schedules begin an hour earlier, as compared to last year's, which means the time deficit has to be managed by advancing the alarm clock by that much time. 

Now, although I'm not exactly someone who welcomes mornings with a smile on the face and spring in the step, I do wake up earlier than most others I know. E…

Day 2 -Thirst

I can think of a lot of things for the word, but the foremost that comes to my mind is the story of the thirsty crow that I used to narrate when I was probably in my second or third standard. I would stress on the "r" in crow, it seems. And, it seems the crow used to be my favourite bird too! Guess the story had too much effect on me. 

I was amused to discover that these stories are still around and do read it out to R many a time. Of course, in today's age and development, such stories seem quite silly. Does the water really rise when pebbles are dropped into the pot? Yes, I'm wondering quite late in my life about this story.

I happened to stumble upon the below picture on the net:

Well, crows are smarter than the story writer thought, apparently.

pic courtesy: 

This is my take on the prompt-thirst for the blog-a-prompt.

Colour, colour, which colour do you choose?

So, I'm back with a week-long marathon agenda that has daily-prompts, an idea flouted by (who else?) the marathon bloggers, in a bid to get rid of the writer's block that most of us seem to be facing.

Today's prompt is colour

How the world appear if there were only black and white for colours? Dull, sad, cold, morbid even?  Colours bring a certain kind of warmth, sense of prosperity and happiness and smiles on the face.Imagine a fertile land with ample rain and shine. It has the grass always green and the blooms in myriad hues and sheen.

I'm in the process of doing up my home and spend hours on the net drooling over the fabulously done up homes. I love the traditional decor; the warm colours that add warmth and personality to a home. In my learning, colours can be brought inside a home in many ways. 

You can have colourful accessories like throw cushions, rugs, carpets, knick-knacks and wall hangings to complement a neutral color on the walls or have your walls coloured …

The Spy Who Lost Her Head

This is a long pending review of Jane's hilarious debut novel. I came to know Jane (via her blog)  through the marathon bloggers' group on FB. Sadly, I did not get a chance to meet her (or the other bloggers), during her book launch.
Gulabi hails from village called Gayab, but is high on ambition and spirit. Her mummyji wants get her married off at the next possible chance but she aspires to meet her Bollywood hearthrob Sharook and does not care for the uneducated youth in her village. 

She comes to Mumbai in search of her knight in shining armour, also known as Bemba (loved the term-it stands for BE MBA, a criteria that her man must pass) and ends up playing a detective to unravel the deadly mystery of a lost head that lands up accidentally in her rental home.

Gulabi's mastery over the Queen's English makes you doubt your own. Her antics land her in the most incredulous situations and yet it makes you want to play along, feeling for Gulabi in her trials and travails an…

Conitnuing to be with nature..

My tryst with nature continued with a trip to Lalbaugh last Saturday when my sister-in-law and her daughter were in town. The weather in city turned much better since last week with some days seeing evening showers bringing down the overall temperatures by several notches; a welcome change indeed. So, it made for a lovely evening stroll amidst the vast expanse of some lovely flora and fauna. Fresh from our trip to Munnar, the husband and I were excited with the prospect of spotting the resident birds of the park. 

We started off excitedly by clicking snaps of the homely squirrels that are found in abundance here. A while later, the only birds we could spot were the crows, pigeons and mynahs. We did spot some migratory birds that flew by but could really get to capture them on the lens. We resigned ourselves to just slow walk, breathing deeply and smelling the fresh air, when suddenly the husband called out excitedly at a small figure perched on a near-by tree. It was an Owl. The only o…

Garbage mentality

Yes, that's what came into my mind when I came across an utterly idiotic bunch of Indian tourists at the Eravikulam National park. We had to wait in a queue to buy the tickets for the short bus ride that was to take us to a particular point at the hill-top from where one had to take a 2 km trek further uphill to spot the rare and endemic Nilgiri Tahrs. It was a long serpentine queue, it being the holiday season. There was a family of about 10- 5 rotund adults and 4-5 kids in their teens-in front of us. For the entire one and plus hour of waiting time, they ate sundry items- from fresh corn off the cob, to chocolates, to biscuits, to buying and eating many other items from the mobile hawkers around.

Well, what really got my goat was the complete lack of civic sense and disregard for public property. In spite of perfectly operational dustbins placed at regular intervals, the family chose to fling the waste papers, empty cobs and water bottles all around the place. Even worse was the …

So, Munnar it was

Ok, now this draft has been lying incomplete for the longest period after a vacation. Even when the vacation has been fabulous. Now, that speaks a lot about my interest for this blog. Not sure why exactly, but I find my earlier passion and near obsession to update this space slowly waning. To add to it, I've been quite busy with work and guests. So, before I lose out some lovely memories of a lovely vacation to lethargy and demotivation, here is a summary of our long awaited break that resulted in a trip to Munnar. 

We had been planning on vacation since March this year but were unable to take off due to some or the other reasons. Finally, the planets aligned well for the weekend following the 1st May holiday. We were a little skeptical about the weather in Munnar in this season since we heard from some sources that with climatic changes every where, Munnar too has succumbed to it and the temperatures are not exactly what you'd expect from a hill-station. Also, since I made the…