Cinnamon and cardamom

A bit of sweet Cinnamon

and a couple of cardamom split open can transform the drawing room tea to the tea on top of a hill.

Inside the Drawing Block I

Chinar Cottages- Flipping through Past Pages

Morning

The mist has left the greening plain, The dew-drops shine like fairy rain, The couquette rose awakes again Her lovely self adorning. The Wind is hiding in the trees, A sighing, soothing, laughing tease, Until the rose says “Kiss me, please,” ‘Tis morning, ‘tis morning. With staff in hand and careless-free, The wanderer fares right jauntily, For towns and houses are, thinks he, For scorning, for scorning. My soul is swift upon the wing, And in its deeps a song I bring; Come, Love, and we together sing, “ ‘Tis morning, ‘tis morning.” By: Paul Laurence Dunbar

Dreams

Dreams
by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

Learning to ride the waves

I am a little boat.
Looking for a big adventure

I get tossed in the wind
I get towed by the current
I get farther and farther away from my home
The excitement fills me
The fear thrills me

I yearn for my comforting bed
I long for a warm bread
But I cannot go back now
I am made to ride the ocean
I am made to sail the seas
But for now, just this present,
I am still learning to ride the waves

Alight! Flipping through past pages

This chandelier sets the mosque alight... and alive.

While flipping through my travels to the northern areas of Pakistan, I selected this beautiful chandelier in a mosque in Rawalpindi. 

Reine des Violettes

Freshly cut from the Garden, beautiful Reine des Violettes

O Glorious Sunset