The Daily Prompt : Millions

The Valley of flowers in the state of Uttarakhand is a dream place. It is a National Park. We have not been there but my husband’s cousin went there a few months ago. He is a botanist. In this place millions of flowers bloom during a particular period. They are Nature’s gift, not grown by any human being. It is a wonderland. People who go there can trek across the valley but have to return , they cannot stay there overnight.

[ [PDF]the valley of flowers – Arvind Gupta

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by F SMYTHE –  This book is an absorbing account of Smythe’s discovery subsequent visit. Now world famous the Valley of Flowers – its glory, peace and mysterious…]

‘A valley of dreams

Is the Valley of Flowers

With millions of blooms.

Mile upon mile of flowers

Mother Nature at her best.’

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( PHOTOS FROM THE INTERNET )

The Daily Prompt : Millions

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Vibrant Colors

This week the color is Vibrant Colors.  You can show off photos you have taken of any color as long as I need to put on my sunglasses indoors.  You can have all one color or several colors within your photo.  

Our saris come in different colours and different material and for me it is the most beautiful and graceful dress.

My daughter on her wedding day in 2011 🙂

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During the Navaratri festival, early this month , many families follow the tradition of keeping dolls for nine days. Prayers are offered daily. These dolls are collected over the years. Many have vibrant colours. These photos are in my friend’s home.

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Rangoli in our Temple Square

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A river on the way back home .

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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Vibrant Colors

 

The Daily Post Photo Challenge : Local

“Home” is more than where we sleep at night. It is a place that is familiar and comforting, and it gives us a sense of belonging. Home is what and who is local — the places and people we know by heart. This week, show us where your heart is.

My father worked in the Indian Railways and we lived in different parts of the country, mainly in North India. After marriage, in 1982, we have lived in this small place. There are many Educational institutions here. We lived in the campus till 2005, then shifted to our own home just two kms from my husband’s workplace. My heart is in this place, it is local, it is home.

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The campus where our children spent their childhood. It was a good life.

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The River Swarna and we can see the Arabian sea in the distance on sunny days:)

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Children’s school

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During our festivals

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The medical and dental college campus. My husband has been here since 1971, he studied here and is a professor in the College of Dental Sciences.

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Our temple 🙂

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The Daily Post Photo Challenge : Local

 

Changes

The other evening we went for a walk around the lake in our place. The water level has gone down as we have reached the end of our monsoon season. This man-made lake gets water from all around during the months of rainy season. The water reaches the brim in July, then starts decreasing in October. This goes on till the month of May. Similarly there are changes all around.

From September last year to September this year there have been so many changes in our lives. My father took ill last September, and this September he is no more with us physically. I remember my mother saying, “I never thought life would change so much. I always believed we would live as we have lived for many more years.” Yes, life changes and we have to keep moving on.

There are also changes within ourselves. Many a time we are not aware of the changes taking place within us. They keep happening.  Thoughts about changes came to mind when I started enjoying writing Haiku. I have always loved prose, but poetry was something which I did not really enjoy.  I could never understand the sort of poems written by TS Eliot. I always believed that poems should touch the heart immediately. Something about Haiku interested me. I came to read Haikus in different blog posts. When I read about syllables I was dismayed. Syllables had become so much a part of daily usage that I had forgotten what exactly they were. I read about them too and found them fascinating. To get an idea, and match it with syllables, was (and is) an interesting experience. Haiku is a poem of Japanese origin. There are three lines. There have to be five syllables in the first line, seven in the second and five in the last.

1 )  Silence of quiet nights

Far from all the outside sounds

Bring peace to my heart.

2) Dark clouds fill the sky

The sun parts wet dark rain clouds

Sunshine filters through.

There can also be three syllables in the first, five in the second and three in the last line.

When did I start enjoying poetry ? When did this change take place ? I do not know. Sometimes when I think about these changes, I become apprehensive. We know what we are now but as we grow older there will be changes. What if there are drastic changes in our thinking ? We may not be the same person we are now. How will life be like then? I do not usually worry about the future, I believe in facing life as it comes to us. But those changes which creep up on us scare me.

But a favourite relative used to say, “We should not live with fear in our hearts. Death will come to us once anyway. Why should we die a thousand times before we finally leave this existence.”

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