A winter morning .....

On a cold winter morning ...

 sun gently tip toed into my sitting room

 giving a very cosy feel..

Like the sunshine in the morning 

may it brighten your day....

And when the sun started to set after a long days work

 it painted the sky in an amazing color palatte ...

Monsoon Clouds ...

drenched pathways ...fallen leaves .

 clouds floating by ..and it RAINS.

smell of the fragrant flower lingers 

gently the sun peeps out ...

Rainy Day Musings...

 Drops of rain 

form a trail...

Pitter Patter 

and then they gently glitter

A gentle breeze

makes the curtains flow 

  ...and sweet smell of moist earth 

 Raindrops streaming from my window

Isn't it amazing 

How  tears and rain alike 

Can cleanse the stains that living brings

and leave all fresh and bright....

by Gael Stuart

Corners from my abode....

Corners of my home which I really heart......

 

Worlds tallest brick minaret " Qutub Minar "

At the break of dawn we reached Qutub Minar,  which happens to be most visited monument with footfalls of about 10,000 visitors a day. That's quite a number...after parking the car we were welcomed by drooping clusters of yellow...            

 Monument made of red and buff sandstone ...a sight to behold.

The monument is covered with intricate carvings and verses from the  Quran

The iron pillar stands tall without rusting.... it is certainly a wonder in itself. It bears inscriptions in Sanskrit and Brahmi which dates back to the Gupta period.

The monuments around the minaret are labyrinths of pillars , with splendid figures incised on them..This wondrous monument was built in a time span of just 4 years , 1600 years ago...! It is a symbol of Indo- Islamic architecture and it screams loud about Mughal rule in India.

I would have zipped across this complex many a times but didn't pay much attention ....if you are in the capital city squeeze in some time and do pay a visit to this architectural and metallurgical wonder..!

Weekend Folks ....

Have  a great weekend !!!!!

"Anand Prakash"...Paper in its myriad forms

While e-loafing I came across this store which works with 100% recycled and wood-free handmade paper...Anand Prakash .Each product is a work of art in itself and uniquely Indian...

They have a range of exquisitely bound and hand stitched journals.The spine is in raw silk and the covers are made from old and authentic papers, documents, postage and revenue stamps from pre-independant British India,dating across 1870-1946 . All the documents are hand writteen in Urdu, Hindi and other Indian languages..!

 Hand stitched journals

I just loved the indigo journals ... splash of blue .Ooops not  to miss the beautiful peacock bookmarks in brass.

The vintage travel journal -  to write down your thoughts while travelling as every journey deserves an unforgettable memoir...!

Stationary inspired by Hindi letters and languages ....truely Indian..!

The Egyptian range...

A splash of color...!

The natural range..!

Bookends in brass...added to my wishlist...

Quaint Coasters....

You can pick up some beautiful things for yourself or gifts for your friends and family .This is for delhites who would wish to visit the store in Shahpur Jat..or you can visit their online store here It  offers a non-exhaustive range of items !

Happy Shopping..!

The Sanskriti Kendra

I would let the pictures do the talking....It was indeed a feast for my eyes...

Oasis of peace.....

Took a short break from the blogging world and the scorching heat of Delhi . It has been a decade since i last climbed mountains. It was  a seven hours long drive to touch the lower Himalayas. I was mesmerised by the sights of gnarled tree trunks and mysterious green silence that stretched into the distance.

Slopes clad with mighty oak trees... sunlight gently filtering through the trees.......feasted my eyes on sea of green dotted with white flowers growing wild .....grey mountains with a splash of pink to add that lovely color .....butterflies dancing around ...... .I inched my way forward ....the forest was alive with chirping of birds , tick ticking of insects and the gurgling sound of the stream.

 The next  four days we spend in a quaint retreat in pangot.......dotted with small cottages and with wild rose creepers on walls and gates.

The dining hall..!

 After my meals I would sit here the whole afternoon watching the birds by the water having a great time...

Pangot a small village......

Loved the contrast of colors ....blue and orange.

 The stream and ME...

White ribboned stream cutting through the rocks.....

Sunlight gently filtering ....

Shadows..

Pangot  ...peaceful place away from the humdrum of the city.Next time, I promise, myself, I am not going to stay away this long.......