PS: Today we are celebrating Maha Shivaratri here in India. Maha Shivaratri is a Hindu festival celebrated annually in honor of the god Shiva. There is a Shivaratri in every luni-solar month of the Hindu calendar, on the month’s 13th night/14th day, but once a year in late winter (February/March, or Phalguna) and before the arrival of Summer, marks Maha Shivaratri which means “the Great Night of Shiva”.
It is a major festival in Hinduism, this festival is solemn and marks a remembrance of “overcoming darkness and ignorance” in life and the world. It is observed by remembering Shiva and chanting prayers, fasting, doing Yoga, and meditating on ethics and virtues such as self-restraint, honesty, noninjury to others, forgiveness, and the discovery of Shiva.The ardent devotees keep awake all night. Others visit one of the Shiva temples or go on pilgrimage to Jyotirlingams. This is an ancient Hindu festival whose origin date is unknown.
For more information on the festival, you can check the link here.
PS: This is picture was shot by my cousin near my maternal ancestral home.
It doesn’t lie in giving a bouquet of lilies and orchids.
It’s when you give me a single bud of a red rose, and I preserve each petal carefully between the pages of my favorite books.
It’s not about eating at fancy restaurants every day,
Its when you close your eyes, melting away everything and concentrating all your senses by smelling, feeling and tasting the special meals I cook, only for you.
It is not gifting each other expensive things instead its when you ask me what I need, and surprise me by getting a much better version of the stuff I have asked for as a gift.
Constantly talking doesn’t mean we are conversating,
It’s about having that late night, nice meaningful conversations about our dreams while eating together at our dinner table.
It certainly isn’t about who first.
Its when we leave all our ego aside and take the first step forward in accepting our mistake and apologize to each other at the same time.
It’s not when you continually praise each other instead it’s about enlightening each other about individual human flaws and holding one another while on the path of self-discovery.
It’s not about doing all the things together.
But it lies in not forgetting one another even when you indulge in your single pursuits.
Big promotions, big house, a big car or a lot of money never constitutes to love.
Love is finding peace and bliss together in a place called home.
It isn’t only in waiting for significant milestones and celebrating them.
But also enjoying small moments and hiccups that you two face together on your way.
Its when all your insecurities wash away by being with the wave of love.
And you know in your heart, come what may, that your lover will never leave your side until death does you apart.
To fall in love is beautiful, but that’s just the starting,
The more important thing is to grow together as better human beings.
Love doesn’t have definitions, yet all the lover’s try to define it.
Find your definition with your lover because it about being two entwined souls in one feeling called LOVE.
PS: Dedicated to the love of my life ❤ my partner for life ❤ my husband ❤
When the darkness lurks around you, wearing its black satin cloak.
Don’t avoid it, don’t ignore it, instead talk to it.
As I do, on the lonely nights when I am afraid of its entry into my white world.
I timidly take steps towards it, offer it a seat, sometimes, only sometimes, I do suggest it a cup of black tea/coffee.
Not because I have to but because I like to calm it down before I start talking about us.As I know our conversation is going to be a long one.
I don’t want it to be snoozing out when I am speaking about my concerns.
While I am thinking all of this, I hear a tap on my window, and I check the giant clock on my wall. It is few minutes late then our appointed time.
I get up and open the window, it jumps in, yes that’s the way it like’s to enter, through the window column.
Before I could ask it to sit down, it bounces on my spread sofa cum bed.
I offer it the cup of black tea, that I have already prepared, this time I want it to like me, hence the black tea, not the coffee.
Holding the teacups, we share a momentarily gaze as if challenging each other to break the awkward silence.
It takes a long sip and pretends to notice the changes in my room from the last visit.
I certainly know that trick, I clear my throat as if I plan to speak but then it looks up and smile.
Ahh…A quizzical smile, sucking up all my thoughts and all that else in my mind.
I force a smile too and try again to concentrate and recollect my thoughts so that I can tell it what I expect it to do.
I am trying hard to recall every single thread that was in my mind before that smile fell upon my face.
While I am still cracking my knuckles, it walks towards the kitchen slab.
Put’s down the teacup in the basin and comes down again to where it belonged, anticipating my next move.
I have lost track of time, and I feel like those blank pages in my diary which I need to fill with my thoughts.
And then a warm hand touches my palm, and my reverie gets broken.
I look up in those dark round black eyes, and they look back in my dark brown ones as if sending some message through rays.
We keep that eye contact for few minutes, but then it removes its hand from my sweating grasp and stands up.
It moves towards the window sill, I too stand up and walk behind it.
It looks down, below the grille, its pitch dark down there.I wait for it to say something but then I remember, few of my lost thoughts.
While I am collecting them to form a sentence, it turns back and looks at me.
This time we both smile simultaneously and I open my mouth to say something…..
But before I could, thud…. it jumps off into the darkness of the alley. I murmur GOODBYE till I see you again.