Dose of Inspiration for International Day of Forests

Today, that is, 21st of March is celebrated as International Day of Forests or World Forestry Day to highlight the importance of forests on our planet. There is, however, no need to mention why forests are so important, but it is necessary to remind ourselves of their significance now and then and take at least a few steps in the right direction.

It’s Pancake Day!

So, it’s Pancake Day! Now there is a whole lot of history and story behind the Pancake Day or Pancake Tuesday, but I won’t go into all that, because either you might already know it or can find it all online, there isn’t anything new that I can tell about it. Instead, I’m going to share something that you might not know about pancakes in India, and a few of my (pancake) food photograph.

Planty things for Monday morning

Planty things for Monday morning

Five things I do for FUN

List five things you do for fun.

Daily Writing Prompt

I quite like WordPress’s daily writing prompt that came up on my home page. I’ll get straight to the prompt topic before I get distracted (as I usually do and start writing about something entirely off-topic) and so here’s a list of five things that I do for fun.

Sunset Memories

As the sky turns orange, I sit watching it.

I let my mind drift away with the changing hues.

Dance, when you’re broken open

“Dance, when you’re broken open.

Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.

Dance in the middle of the fighting.

Dance in your blood.

Dance when you’re perfectly free.”

~Rumi

Brown Pages

The musty smell of old books, so intoxicating, that you can almost taste it.

Stronger Than Yesterday

I am a different version of myself each day.

Rainy Day Musing

It has been raining since past few days. Everyday the sky is gloomy and full of thick, angry-looking, stormy clouds. With no sunshine, the grey clouds break open in the evening, sometimes in the afternoon or morning even and then through the whole day, turning everything grey and cold.

Naked Soul

She looks at her reflection in the large wooden-framed mirror. Behind her the rain falls on the window, making a soft sound. It’s a grey, grey day – the girl in the mirror says. She sees a girl. A girl who loves words. A girl who loves to write. A girl who often gets lost in the world of beautiful words. A girl who stays up to write… yet, who finds it very difficult to express herself. And at times when she can’t, she so hates it and wants to run and hide.