Chandigarh to Hisar

As I was packing off from Chandigarh to Hisar –
I was feeling…
Well, I don’t know what I was feeling..but the journey was cool
With rains here and there
The weather seemed pretty good; mum-dad and I were reviving memories of childhood and the radio played beautiful songs. Today being RD Burman’s birthday – the radio in the car had songs from my mum’s college days, well, mostly and dad was smiling as she sang along some of the songs that were close to her heart 🙂

Just as we stopped over at my Bua’s place – Tohana – we were kinda hungry and mum made some hot pakodas with tea. We all sat and talked and had great fun relishing each bite. Sometimes, only such family gatherings, is all that you need to feel connected.

Hisar, however – is so hot. Though rains showered and breeze was cool…my neighbour said– there was a huge storm before it rained! Hisar is,any which ways, famous for it’s extreme weather and sandy something..well, not a storm..but well ‘aandhi‘ — I can’t get the right English word- sorry!

So..our home was heated and humid inside. We opened all the doors and with in an hour or so, every thing was settled to the normal routine. I am still a little in Chandigarh Lanes so thought to calm my veins and write the memory -in! 🙂
Visited – a nursery on the way
Flowers bought home – Mogra (probably, that’s jasmine in Hindi)
Hibiscus in white and also pink and Teardrops (!) a leafy thing — will write about it.

Life is Beautiful

These recent posts here are coming like to be ‘my Chandigarh Diaries’ online 🙂

Today, at the pottery session, I made a ring just like that; and by the end of it — it was like- I am now engaged to Pottery!! 😉 The day was as wonderful as the life itself.

I woke up late, umm, like around 7 or was it 8?!? For the early hours till probably 12 — I was just kinda lost…was it about a post?!? I think so. Anyway..don’t pay attention to this part—-that’s the nonsense bit I sometimes bring up here!
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Dressed Up for the Day

I walked in a certain Deja Vu.
Dressed in a skirt of blue..
With a borrowed pair of ear-rings
beaded in purple and sea-green…
Along with some Kohl smeared
In my pink eyes;
I felt my spirits of goodness rise!!”

When in South Australia, I had often felt Adelaide as laid back and comforting as Chandigarh. So, while on my way..I picked up some flowers and leaves tucking them in my bag for the pottery/ceramics sessions I am attending in this city. The washed up streets, due to the early-day rains, and the fervent showcases of ‘love for nature’ dwelling anterior to every residence… filled me in with profound jollies!

As I walked past these little lovely, well-maintained gardens–something I miss in Hisar (my hometown); I was relishing each fresh breath of me.

Today- was my fourth session of the five I registered for, at the Red Mug Studio, Sector-8 C and I clearly had nothing in my mind to mould/create out of the stone-clay I am given. I thought, let the clay lead me..let nature rule me..take it easy..just be. No planning, no expectation..just be there for the joy of it. So, overall I had an amazing time of course and I hand-moulded the clay into small pieces of sweet-nothings! I skipped the wheel today for tomorrow’s session. 🙂

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