Aahaa Chennai

An enticing view: You start dreaming and counting... 1,2,3,4......12,13... You imagine biting into delicious tangy chunks, relishing a spread of pickles, gulping down the juice, carrying a basketful of  treats. Not all your dreams will come to fruition but some will. Keep dreaming and shaping the path towards the destination.

We are not your pampered, potted, ornamental type yet we do have our pride. We grow anywhere amidst clutter or chaos. Be it rocks, stones, brambles, rubbish or debris, lil' flowery smiles peek out coz we're strong willed, confident, persevering, plus... we always  bounce back from oblivion.

Hello! Meet me in my new avatar. A rustic seating readied just for you. My brand  new coat of paint does draw attention although I do prefer my earlier earthy brown and cheery green hues. Can you hear me singing? 'Those were the days...' I guess my voice is lost in the din of traffic. Know what I am really missing? It's a five letter word. W-A-T-E-R

I've been wanting to do this for a while. After days and weeks of swaying this way and that I've finally done it. Shh! I am busy. Getting to know my neighbours. I sense diverse shades and mixed configurations but the generosity of blooming smiles across the divide makes my day.

After moving here and there, after a lot of stumbles, I've finally arrived. Hear me shouting it aloud, just found my... N-I-C-H-E. A bit of soul searching is  on. My mind is made up. I've decided to stick on here. I foresee a brilliant future marked by richness of growth, scaling greater heights, the prize being...satisfaction.

Some lessons on managing a stuttering startup. Plenty of hiccups enroute... invasive bugs, periods of drought, snail like pace of growth. Riding on a 'no stepping back' theme, personal care continues and the first flecks of light appear. which soon swells into a mind boggling  haul.

The boisterous wind while pushing me down is singing a merry tune... 'chin up, chin up.' My back is bent double. Despite traipsing all over  the sand, my fragile blossom has woken up and nods a wan 'hello'. A supportive  stick would bring back the spring in my step and the pink in my cheeks.