Aahaa Chennai

            A tucked-away package         .                                         The letter from aunt arrived on a Thursday afternoon. It included the tickets. The destination had a strange sounding name. Google Search was used.  The answer was...not found.  Surprise, surprise!  Everyone was doubly excited because our silver haired, no nonsense aunt, was known to be creative.    Phone calls to her elicited no information. Her reply was bizarre...come prepared for Shangri-La.   We packed both summer and winter clothes. Dad added the inevitable  medicine box, a first aid kit and plenty of mineral water bottles.    The day arrived. We boarded the train that took us to aunt’s coastal city. She was waiting at the station to receive us, an innocent look on her face that was in total contrast to the twinkle in her eye. She had just a bag with her while we carried  a whole lot of trolley suitcases. She led us to the adjoining platform where we, a party of four, boarded the train to a

Brown and muddy, a huge rounded pebble lying unnoticed for long, I am longing for some splashes of green. My green friends nearby, along with the sailing sun, seem to have heard my wish and have come up with the nearest thing to green. I am quite satisfied! Live: Nature practises... The Shadow Art Form

Who took away the steel? I did not have to look far. Proudly donning a  shiny steel coat, and trying a bit of craft work with chewed off leafy bits, a tiny head peered out saying... I too have my wants. A glimpse into Nature's Metallic Collection.

The morning cuppa I spotted on a visit, looked rather different but nevertheless, pleasing to the eye. Meanwhile, the real one, a steaming cuppa awaits. It's time to enjoy and admire both... each one having its own interest quotient.

The pattern is familiar and the diagnosis is simple. A tribe of warrior ants are marching aggressively onward, building their armies on my territory. Timely intervention can  prevent any untoward incident. 😣😣 Weatherbeaten bark quivers, muddy tears trickle, solemn trunk gasps for breath.

There are times... when a chance encounter which we do not relish happens and and that too when we least expect it. It is better to say a polite 'hello!' and move on... even though the prospect of a tussle seems delightful.

Dear reader, Sending you three pictures... Which one is your favourite? I think each one can stand alone by itself as a... thing of beauty. Serenity Serendipity Simplicity

I would certainly love being a fluttery butterfly. I hear people often remarking... me and my friends are akin to those charming butterflies. However, I reiterate... it fills me with pride to be called a flower and I am happy and satisfied with my lot.