I have always been fascinated by WarliArt. The simplicity and consistency attracts me (I think). I have now started learning the Warli art form. From the few attempts that I have made, one thing I have realised, any art form is like meditation. It helps to focus and concentrate on the moment and on the task.… Continue reading Let them think, observe and be creative
Author: SAP
Thinker and Observer. Love writing and reading. Lots and lots of views. A mother. Eternal learner. In the quest of discovering myself.
5 realisations when I went back to handwriting
In the pursuit of experimenting and exploring various things to do (so that I can pin down which ones I really really want to do), I stumbled upon an article on how the brain benefits when we write (and not type) with hands. Point to note # 1 Handwriting and me have a history. I… Continue reading 5 realisations when I went back to handwriting
Sunday Morning Bliss
I opened the windows Drawed the curtains To get the feel of morning sun Gentle breeze and haze around Instead gave me a warm welcome Quickly I put on my shoes Dashed out of the door To feel the weather even more Chirping birds, Swaying trees Near empty roads This very moment I simply want… Continue reading Sunday Morning Bliss
As they see it !!
"Mammaaaaaaaaaaaa" I hear a panicked voice but that doesn't alarm me. Rather I start wondering what's new (drama) today. Its morning, time to get up and get ready for school. Drama, arguments, cajoling etc. is a morning routine. Coolly, I continued to assemble her (my 6 year old daughter) school items. She came running to… Continue reading As they see it !!
My words
If my words could feel, If my words could speak What would they say I wonder and I think Would my words feel good When I insist to spell it right With MS Word and Google And machines to check Getting the spellings wrong Is really a sad plight Would my words think I am… Continue reading My words
Don’t stress yourself, let it remain unexplained
One of my recent discussions with a friend and the conclusion was
I am fine, I mean it
I recollect reading a message describing best friends – Someone who asks you – How are you and when you reply – I am fine, (getting the pulse) they then say – Ok, tell me what is it? Yeah, that’s how friends are, isn’t it. Understanding without saying much. Eleanor Oliphant is completely Fine, by… Continue reading I am fine, I mean it
