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What's making me happy


Settling down in my new home has had me go through a gamut of emotions. Like a paradox, feelings of satisfaction and disappointment, moments of ecstasy and despair all strike at once. It will be a while before I embrace this all. For the moment, I'm lapping up all the positivity that the new setting has to offer.

And, nothing makes me more happy than this nook and the view beyond: 

 

Sipping on my cuppa
swinging a lyrical beat
watching the sun slowly rise
hearing the birds chirp by

soothes my mind
calms my soul
lets my heart soar
makes me smile more

None of our previous homes offered such a lovely view of the sunrise. We have some lovely coconut trees outlining the empty neighbouring patch of ground. Parrots, eagles, squirrels and even rare guests like the Kingfisher frolic in the precious backdrop of green amidst the concrete. I want to hug the scene and hold the gift of nature tightly to my chest even as the cynical mind tells my heart that this bountiful package of nature that gives my morning and day a new dimension will sooner or later give way for many other ambitious and concrete tall rises that will intrude into my space.

Sigh!

Yet, for now, let me rake in the beauty, smell the sweet air and sing a song. It might not last long.


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  1. What a pretty sunset & what apretty place you have created to sit & watch the sun set, beautiful Uma! Congrats!

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    1. thanks a lot, Manasa..though its the view of the sun rise, I'm sure a similar view of the sun setting would've been equally marvellous :-)

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  2. An excellent nook with enchanting view.Sit there,draw,paint or write.ideas will flow like a torrent. Congratulations!!

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    1. Thank you, KP sir..yes, I normally just gaze out into the space each morning even if for a few minutes along with my coffee and feel refreshed enough to start the day :-)

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  3. I swear.. it is a lovely view and your new home is so beautiful.. bright, colourful and quiet.. am waiting when will u call us again :-) .. Congrats Uma..

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    1. Thanks a lot, Rohini. You need not wait for me to call, Rohini. Just come in anytime :-)

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  4. Hey, looks like you moved to your own place! Congratulations! Lovely pics.

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    1. Yep, Vibha..thanks a lot. Hopefully we can meet soon :-)

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  5. Congratulations.. lovely pictures and very well written ...

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    1. thanks a lot, Shubha! How was your India trip? Are you back home?

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  6. Hey... Congrats on moving to your new nest. May you have a million more sweet memories !!!!

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    1. Hi Shivraj, thanks a lot for the lovely wishes :-))))

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  7. So pretty! Yeah we cannot control the concrete jungle outside. Soak in the beauty when you can and hold on the beauty inside your nest, that's in your control.

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    1. Thanks a lot, Keirthana! Yep, we can only do what we can :-)

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  8. Wow! the view from your house is awesome..and do give us a house tour...I know your house would be splendid :) and oh! congrats on moving into your own piece of heaven

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    1. Thanks a ton, RM! Please do make it convenient to come home the next time you are here :-)

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  9. You are blessed to have that view every single day, Uma. May you always be this happy and this cheerful. Much love :)

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    1. thanks so much , Shailaja :-) It feels good to have nature for company. Only, feel bad about the fact that it might not last for too long. In the quest for urbanization, it's a pity that we turn reckless and ruthless for personal benefit :-(

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  10. Very well written Uma.. Loved the expression!

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  11. Lovely view! Hope you make some really wonderful memories in your new abode :-D

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    1. thanks a ton for the wonderful wish, Divya! :-)

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  12. Such a wonderful view!!! I can completely identify with your emotions. I practically live in the balcony at home. It has a lovey view of a thicket of trees and the sunset.

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    1. That's lovely Aarthy..Hope that the view is never marred by human development.

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  13. Such a beautiful view, I am sure it will inspire many great posts!!
    The poem is as beautiful as the view.

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    1. Thanks, Inderpreet. I hope so :-)

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  14. It Iooks lovely, indeed, Uma! Many blessings to you and your family in your new home!

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  15. Congratulations on the new house and Alles Gute!!

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