Showing posts with label Impulses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Impulses. Show all posts

Tuesday, 6 December 2016

of Gratefulness and December

Hello Peeps, I've been gone but have been here all the time:). Hope you have been well too!

It's December calling—a month on a kind of default-setting of summaries, salutations, rumination, hope, gratitude, feeling settled, baking, waking up to the urgency of planning our holiday, questioning my comfort cocoon that built-up in the year and a-note-to-self to tease me out of it in the next visible time-frame. 

December is also the month when my boy-child rounds off another year of being in our life and yes all that benign beauty of Christmas.

As I write this post there are seven other things that I am reminded of, that I need to attend to, that needed to have been started (or closed) yesterday—feeling the sudden rush of the week sliding into it's second-run in the month. WE HAVE YET TO PUT UP THE TREE !! and the birthday party, and  the holiday checklist...!

So as I clicked some random morning frames, I thought of you and many others who so frequently stop by, read, comment or just send me love ('n Likes) that helps me write a few more posts through the year. And so today it is my turn to reciprocate a big THANK YOU and send you a grateful Namaste as I blow you a wish for many islands of calm and Being, amidst the rush of checklists, resolutions and the all-consuming-Doing.










 
  

All images copyrighted to www.limegreenwalls.blogspot.com

Thursday, 13 November 2014

In the spirit of Tea

With passing years, our readiness for novel tea adventures, our tenacity for sampling new flavours, fragrances and textures is taking a turn for a wanderlust le cuppa!

Somehow, when I think of our progression - generic tea bag convenience, to boiling tea, to sugarless, or mildly sweet, with milk or no-milk brews, to exotic aromas and leaf tea aided by tea brewers & diffusers of many varieties - the journey is akin to our own maturing in life@40s. A stage of life utilising more of the five senses at disposal, a stage that is allowing heightened appreciation of small, tiny (Tea) events in a day, a somewhat amplified consciousness that is allowing appreciation of the mild, the gentle, the tender, the unassuming, the 'hinted'.

Tea - a spirit for the awakened senses :).

and this never told history of Tea in Indian lives just brews my fascination deeper. Read on

http://scroll.in/article/683453/The-glorious-history-of-India's-passion-for-tea,-in-eight-images






http://scroll.in/article/683453/The-glorious-history-of-India's-passion-for-tea,-in-eight-images

Monday, 4 August 2014

Vignettes of a sunny daliance!

Up up up away.
Photo credits Narayan Sundararaman (NSR)
Yes that's Candy Floss cloud !
Cannes Valley from atop through my lens
Croisette by the sun
Photo credits : NSR
Look Ma I caught the Sun!
Photo credits : Narayan Sundararaman

and He's hard at his work.
NSR
That daily route to the sands @ Cannes Croisette



Shine on you crazy diamonds.
This post is purely a visual memory that needed much sharing with you all, my Peeps.

(All pics copyrighted to limegreenwalls)


Sunday, 15 June 2014

The Tale of a Rug

I have wanted to own a certain kind of a Rug for some time, a kind that will frame the very traditional wooden pieces that we have collected over the years, a kind that would bring a certain character to all that was going to surround it. And it somehow couldn't be just any Rug!!

Several obstacles on the way - the critical one being the price that so effortlessly tags along with anything in the category of rugs or carpets.  Also, Mumbai wasn't really the haven for carpet buying considering the round-the-year tropical heat and the small living accommodations that most have that directly proportionates their availability. FabIndia - true to its character, does stock Durries, Carpets, Kilims of a respectable variety - but the brand itself typifies the markup they charge on items retailed with their tag. The bigger dissonance has always been in my nagging knowledge as a Delhi-ite - having seen just the most gorgeous smattering of carpets at shops and homes of many - and knowing that much of that buy is from the mobile carpet-wallahs that dot the Capital's roads no sooner that Autumn knocks at the doors lining the Delhi streets. Great variety of hand oven weaves and at very reasonable rates, and options of exchanging your old with new and even some of the most innovative EMI offerings:).

Somehow, being in Singapore never really fuelled the considerations that kept me away from daring to buy a rug (we bought our very first handwoven carpet here!). So back here this time, and N a little more in tune with the possibility of a second such purchase we chanced upon this Afghani Balouchi handwoven marvel at a fairly decent price at the same shop nestled in the quaint centre of Holland Village. Owned by this chatty Indian punjabi couple (now Singaporeans for 20 years) we went in at the lure of the Clearance Sale advertised in bold.

And here's what had transpired over the years - the infusion of machine woven carpets  was shaking up the very price foundation of the hand oven carpet industry. The machine made ones were obviously copying the look of the hand woven variety, close in design & easier to maintain. And in this age of price / time proficiency many patrons were switching to these machine made, washable at home, easy on the pocket variety. And the consequence - no longer is it sustainable for these retailers to sell the craftily handwoven variety of carpets woven painstakingly over days - perhaps months- and to charge a price tag commensurate with such 'labour of love'.

So here they were, Mr & Mrs Hamim who had decided to clear out their stock and replace their rug-business with Indian & Tibetan art & artefact, sourced from parts of North India, Dharmasala and Rajasthan:). Happy in their decision, and convinced that the business that sustained a fulfilment lifestyle for them for over 20 years in Singapore, was a no-gainer in their journey ahead !

and we were only too happy to bring away a piece of their legacy home with us:).




Thursday, 5 June 2014

Been away... just a bit longer than then...

It's almost like a dry spell has hit me, a spell where there's no dearth of water in sight but also that the parched throat is not choking me up enough to haul or crawl the distance to that Oasis of creative outbursts! Ooohhh ... it does feel a lot better just having said that :)

So here I am breaking the tradition of mostly posting about me, moi and my nest, in an attempt to feel ME crawling back - slowly bit by bit, knee by knee, to that still, transparent, aquamarine nook of blue - to let it touch my throat again, to gently tiltilate the parched corners, to silently tantalise the cracks that built themselves in the last months, to get a whiff of what it felt (feels) like to be in the deluge of it; to drink in it

and Oh! to feel that replete!
Oh how I wish this was my corridoor... Morocco Anyone?!
https://www.flickr.com/photos/mimane/6182594223/
Also find pinned at http://www.pinterest.com/niveditad/places-id-like-to-go/
Are You waiting to leave me... can you see all of us staring at you?.. with the love, not the longing!
http://www.pinterest.com/pin/117234396525352061/ 

We are all still here... colourful, sunny, waiting for You to pick me up & flip through my pages; in the quiet warmth of my rich tapestary of colours
http://www.pinterest.com/niveditad/my-style

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Boudoir Bohemia.

I love it how the warmth of the colors on my wall textile reflects the colors of the one on the floor and how beautifully they complement the hues of the canvas & my bedside lamp.

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He sits serene, purveying, spreading his Buddha presence.




Monday, 28 October 2013

Feeling flight-full :: Festival of Lights


Happy Deepawali my Peeps!


 That time of the year when nothing bursts the froth of bubbling happiness & well being in my heart.

Am off to Delhi, my hometown, for Diwali & more and already "आज कल पाव ज़मीन पर नहीं पड़ते मेरे..."

Narayan's parents did a small Puja at our new apartment

The lights have been lit since :)

Monday, 8 July 2013

On an iMpulSe



What : Wood and sheer poetry in carpentry
Where : ओशिवारा  लक्कढ़ बाज़ार
When: How : while on a recce, after eons!
What : What could one do with this find?
Why : *silence*

A frame for a mirror ;
a wood crafted तोरन
just a wall mount,

or just beat up self for the impulse:)

कॉपीराइटेड  लाइमग्रीनवाल्ल्स