I wait, in hopeful delight

As I awaited for the arrival of my beloved..

I looked far through the glass windows…

Far and beyond

At the miles of tulip fields,

The blooming colors, reassured me of the blooming times to come.

Enveloped in abounded ecstacy,

I ran to my door to welcome the showers of the heavens.

Peacocks dancing at a far…

With all a renewed hope

I await my beloved

Heart Awakening ------

💓 Heart Awakening.....

How does this feel like......

Modest harlequin novel writers - convey subtle sexuality -- with these lines, 'a trickle in her spine.....'

How does one convey sexuality yet with subtlety and a respectable modesty and reserve......

I was struck by this image

How does one communicate that intensity?

These lines struck me:

மின்னல் ஒரு
கோடி எந்தன் உயிர்
தேடி வந்ததே ஓ
லட்சம் பல லட்சம் பூக்கள்
ஒன்றாகப் பூத்ததே
உன் வார்த்தை
தேன் வார்த்ததே

மௌனம் பேசியதே

குளிர் தென்றல் வீசியதே

ஏழை தேடிய

ராணி நீ என்

காதல் தேவதையே

Minnal Oru Kodi

Enthan Uyir Thedi Vanthathe

Latcham Pala Latcham

Pookkal Ondraaga Pooththathe

Un Vaarthai Thean Vaarthathe

Mounam Pesiyathe

Kulir Thendral Veesiyathe

Yelai Thediya Raani Nee

En Kadhal Devathaiye

I was reminded of a poem, when I received a visualisation as a dream.....

https://endlesswavesofbeauty.blogspot.com/search?q=wait

I remember seeing a endless farm of tulip fields, but with blue clouds gathering just before its about to pour.....as I looking outside the glass panels in my window....

Interstigly, as I write this, I came across a post, on the monsoon in Mumbai which have been delayed.....more than it has been historically 

Interstingly, there was this attached picture of Dwardesh Krishna

I was just struck by the peacocks blues, plumerian blue and pink and the lively dazzling stars...

Interstingly, in the place where I live, it's beautiful to spot peacocks dancing just as the winds blow and the clouds gather in the skies....

Its quite intersting, that, today is the Nirjala Ekadasi... and due to my pre-periods cramps, Im just unable to fast....

on the contrary, my dad's fasting....

Coming back, Im reminded of the ragamala depictions of Raga Megh.....

Howver, I do feel, Raga Panthuvarali or Raga Kamavardhini is the closest reseblance of this emotion.....

Yet another connection, I draw is, the song...which is Illayrja's composition in Panthuvarali

However an unheard version of the music, is this music, which is again Pathuvarali 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTPZNYOPL9M

Most would have heard, 'Anthi Mazhai' but i persume not the above....

Lastly, youtbe algorithm, looks like has a way of of reading your mind and thoughts, 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RoF1KzrbLec

Heatfelt wishes to the wedding couple.....💖

9 July 2026 - The loveliness of the heart in the simplest pleasures

"Love is a gift, 

       a teacher of beauty &

grace that changes our lives forever."

Let me introduce you to Janani. 

A beautiful woman dressed in orange, layered cut, and white hanging earrings. 

A smile every now and then. 

She was happy to see me, as I was to see her. 

Janani is the beautician who offerred my tired aching feet a pedicure. Healing hands are indeed a gift of god. 

I asked her, what does she actually like in stones, does she like ruby or pearls or emerald. As i guessed right she liked pearls. 

What's intersting was she was very curious about what I intend to write. 

Interestingly, since she probably was very receptive, i shared my idea of a novel on the theme of 'Wait and Hope'.

As i shared some thoughts on what i intend to write and the plot line of one of my novels. 

The plot like is on the lines, of a woman, who is awaiting her boy friend, only to be told, he has been sentenced to imprisonment. 

She works her way through the investigation, only to uncover a plot line .......

Interestingly as i was speaking to her, I was remembered in Ramayana, Ravana plays a heinous trick on Sita Devi claiming he has, defeated Rama and Rama is no longer alive. He asks her to alight the pushpaka vimana to see for herself. Ravana capable of conjuring up acts of maya, unfolds this scene in front of the eyes of Sita. Sita falls in shock, only to be reconciled later, possibly by Trijatai (Vibhishana's daughter) . 

Vibhishana's daughter, consoles and reassures Sita saying, that only a sumangali (the one who's husband is alive) can alight the pushpaka vimana and indeed Devi Sita is a sumangali. 

So Ravana is playing a trick and it cannot be true....

While I have heard of this story in many upanyasams, recounting this to her, was beautiful. 

She was deeply touched, so was I.....

I also recounted the quote, "Janani Janmabhoomi Swargadapi Gariyasi''.....

जननी जन्मभूमिश्च स्वर्गादपि गरीयसी

The phrase is also the the national motto of the Government of Nepal. 

The phrase traces back to the Hindu epic Ramayana, where Lord Rama speaks it to his brother Lakshmana after conquering Lanka, indicating that even a magnificent, gold-made kingdom cannot outshine the love for one's own motherland..

With that being said, I totally resonate with the modern view on moving outside your homeland to make it.....However I leave that to yet another post, i will soon reflect on....

Janani recounted how she was orphaned at a young age and she grew up in a boarding school. Her marriage was a love marriage. As curious as always i am, i asked , what was the name of her husband, she said 'Ramesh' ...Ah nice, Ram + Janani.... ok nice 

I said that someday, I shall buy for her a pair of pearl bangles. Depply touched though exorbitantly priced, i left the saloon.....

sometimes, every mundane chapter is filled with love in all its charm, if only we are receptive and our heart can listen......

Jai Sita Ram!

Appendix 1 - Sloka

In another version, it is spoken by Rama to Lakshmana:
अपि स्वर्णमयी लङ्का न मे लक्ष्मण रोचते |
जननी जन्मभूमिश्च स्वर्गादपि गरीयसी ||
Translation: "Lakshmana, even this golden Lanka does not appeal to me. Mother and motherland are superior even to heaven."

The Jasmine Blooms - An Enduring love

 

The jasmine in my garden, oh how it blooms,

Its fragrance fills my heart, my soul consumes,

A gentle balm, a peaceful respite,

In the midst of love's tumultuous fight.

 

I breathe in deep, and let its scent,

Wash over me, its healing meant,

To calm my heart, to ease my mind,

A sanctuary of hope, so hard to find.

 

I wait for him, with bated breath,

My heart aflutter, my soul bequeathed,

To the hope and promise of his love,

As sweet as the jasmine from above.

 

And now, my heart no longer aches,

For visions come, dreams that take,

Me to a place where love abounds,

With Adi, my heart joyfully resounds.

 

His love like jasmine, sweet and pure,

A fragrance that forever will endure,

Entwined with flowers, mango trees so grand,

A love that's felt, not just with the hand.