Monday Blues Vs New mom

 Has anyone else felt the same?!

Like at the same moment... I need to write the blog... As I have not updated since long.

Also I need to plan a new photography for my toddler.. Wait.. What's the time.. Okay 1 hour to go for next meeting. I need 45mins max.. Any new pins for kids nook?! Where is this Pinterest? Nope all old pins.

Checking insta for any new stories came..

Oh its almost 2 hours baby has slept. She may wake up now. Have to finish everything before that. Wait. Where is the food routine I prepared for her... What she will have for dinner today. She dint like suji halwa yesterday. What shall I try today? Egg may be. Or banana pancake. But evening time can't give banana to her.

Oh I had to order shorts for Amit. Wait what's his waist size these days...?!

What happened to my order details in Amazon?!

What!!! 2254 new cases reported!!!! This Corona yaar!!

Why the laptop gets locked in every 2mins...ufff!! 

And why I look shabby. 

Haven't done brows since a month may be.. But how does it matter... It matters.. Because all I want is to give a new post in gram.. And no filter can hide this. 

Oops 40 more mins. Did the baby wake up...???!! 

During the call, 

Once my call is over.. At 8, I will speak to mom, mother in law. Chachi and Bhaiya. What if anyone got cold or something... No no. That won't happen. I spoke to them two days back. Everything was good there! Why these Dev people take so much to explain..this is stand up call guys.. Finish it fast! Wait what! I totally forgot to click the pic of my plant blooming with its first flower! Like seriously! Crap. Its night also. I hv to take a pic of it. No matter what! 

"Pragyan, you there??" 

"Yeah Hi , sorry I was speaking on mute. Yeah, So today's update is... "

Hey! Happy Monday Guys! 🤗

Patter of rain...!!!

Patter of rain...!!! 

One fine summer morning, a gust of cool breeze , early in the morning, touches your soul and wakes you up. Pearl drops of rain running through the green leaves making a mesmerizing patter of rain. The positive vive of beautiful sunbirds tweet, the  happiness to watch them joyfully playing among branches . The Calmness and peace of nature probably remind me the ambiance of Matrimandir.  Its imposible to not fall in love with the irresistable beauty of Nature.
The tiny little birds takes me back to the beautiful memory lane of our then balcony garden at  Hyderabad, the city of pearls. Those small packets of happiness in the form of smile, those video recording, making colorful swing  or bird hammocks for them to planting flowers to there choice , giving them food and so on.....

And the  Petrichor (earthy scent)  after long heartless summer when the rain touches the thirsty lips of mother earth.and the fragnance becomes more divine when it mixes with the redolence of Star jasmine from the wild.

The innumerous happiness in the face of farmers  in form of Hope, the early form of assurance of mother nature in the form of drops of rain for next crop. May be the waiting is over for the Jacobin cuckoo
 who is waiting for rains to quench its thirst.

We the urban demons living in an imaginary world and running behind the mirage of happiness and artificial peace, searching the formula of happiness in between the pages of book of an anonymous author.We are in path of destruction with slaughter of countless creatures and in process of digging our own grave with florescent colors.

Hope this patter of rain should exist for ever and let the happiness and positivity spread across. The sunrise should come in the form of wisdom in mankind . Once again mother earth should blossom with kindness peace and harmony.

A Rainy Evening!

Cracking noise of the thunderstorm, silver  lightning on gigantic dark cloud followed by heavy rain, the croak of frog from the wild and the birds chirp from the trees around giving a  terrified feeling in one end . At the same time  sound of Temple bell of Arati and the beautiful aroma of 'Jhuna' gives a positive vibe, it taking me to the flash back of my child hood..

Probably this pandemic gave the one last  chance to feel the beauty of village , drive through the memory and recreate.