Beginning of new adventures..

My favourite search generally on the internet is the “things to do” for the city I am visiting. It’s been a week, I have been in this new city and I know that in a blink of an eye this is also going to become a memory. So I want to explore whatever possible within my reach for now and keep the rest for new adventures.

One of the place that caught my attention was “Parc Montjuzet“. While deciding my city for my studies, the pictures that I mostly found were from this place. I looked for the maps – 30 mins walking. I thought that’s not a big deal. Finally, I made up my mind to go and explore. The best feeling about these little adventures is to walk aimlessly even though I know my destination. I can still take time to enjoy the journey and observe the little things that comes my way.

Whether it is the streets or the houses with little balconies full of colorful flowers, makes me want to pause the time for a bit, for time moves so fast. It’s towards the close of the destination that I realized I had to climb a passageway of stairs. I was already so tired, at one point I thought I should go back and then convinced myself to move ahead. After taking little breaks in between, the view that I finally got to see was worth all the pain.

The parc gives a breathtaking view of the city and wherever we go, what remains constant is the majestic Cathédrale Notre-Dame-de-l’Assomption. About the parc as per online source – “It is a landscaped volcanic hill above the town, with oaks, cypresses & eucalyptus, plus modern sculptures”

I can’t wait to go back there again. This video is one of my first attempts to capture my journey and moments that I will cherish for a lifetime.

Gratitude..

The days may be cloudy now,
But soon there would be a clear sky,
So I can see the Sun clearly,
Let its light shine upon me.
I will see the flock of birds rushing to their sacred places
I will see the beautiful colors painted in the sky
Colors never seen before,
Never witnessed.
I will stand in awe of your super powers.
And I would repeatedly say “Thank you” so my voice reaches out to you.
Of how grateful I am for your unconditional love! ❤️😊

A re-introduction –

Couple of weeks ago, I got an opportunity or rather I would say, I took the opportunity to attend a workshop, that was themed as “Partnering with Life”

As the name itself speaks, the workshop was all about embracing life by adding different flavors to the way we approach it.

Not a new concept! Isn’t it? Since years, there are so many books written, movies made, speeches given – aimed at introducing us to life in a more meaningful and impactful way. We see, we hear, we agree to all of it, only to come back to a reality where changing an old self is so difficult.

I had the same thoughts when I went to the workshop, but I also believe in the fact that, when we welcome these learnings with an empty mind, we never come back empty handed. There is a take away that stays with you forever, and will be reminded at the right time.

Who am I? Was a question, that constantly reminded me of the way I see myself more than how I introduce myself to the world. When I am asked to introduce myself, I usually end up, giving à one liner introduction that only reflects, what I do for a living 😂 But this session was an eye-opener even for simple things like this, that connects me to the world. Here I am, re-introducing and re-branding myself to you all –

“Call me Ancy, Aswathy or Ayesha, Ancy is the name my parents chose for me, Aswathy is the nick name only because this is also my zodiac sign as per Malayalam calender, Ayesha is the name I chose for myself as a writer. I work with a reputed organisation, and I am also a traveller, a singer, an aspiring writer, a leader, a linguist, a storyteller, an adventurer, a photographer …. And my goal is to keep adding to this list”

I invite you to also reintroduce yourself in the comments section below.

Guest Blog: I plead

I am starting a guest blog series once in a week, where I will be inviting some of my fellow bloggers or people outside of my WordPress network to write for my readers 🙂

This week I am publishing a beautiful work by mydreammywords. The writer is also my little sister, which makes me extremely proud of her talents and writings.

I plead…..

In times of laughter,
In times of pain,
Often did I think of
How could I write not

My soul wrote
When it immersed in yours
Each seasons did we conquer
A dreary solace coming over!

The love can never be ceased,
Unless turned to hatred,
I wish, it doesn’t
Let go not, if it happens –

Instead stay I plead,
Be patient
And make me yours!

Does that happen with you?

A few years ago, I remember what a huge fan I was of Don Moen‘s songs. Each song I heard him sing was like a divine voice talking to me.

But today, it has become different. No matter how much I try, I don’t feel the same now.

This was just one instance. Same goes with my love probably for an author, an actor, a passion, a habit and so on.

But I also realize, all of the above have been replaced by someone or something that resonates more with my current phase in life.

What’s that one thing you loved, which you can no longer relate to?

P. S. Deep down in my heart, my love for that divine voice of Don Moen is still alive❤️😄

#randomthoughts

What’s revealed after rains?

Everything you can imagine is real

Happiness is Home made

This picture is from my first visit to AmigosIndia.

If you are a visitor in Delhi, this is the best place to stay and experience the culture. Check out the website for more information.

Travel clicks

Despite of all the rush, happy to have found opportunities to go back to my childhood memories.. Counting the little chicks, or chasing them alongwith Grandma.. Life was so careless back then, though it’s only now we realize.

A Silent Night

Christmas brings to me beautiful memories from my childhood. Known to be an average student during my school days, getting an entry into a school activity was always hard to believe.

The first one to name was preparing for a Christmas carol along with a group of 20 more kids from my class. We were handed the lyrics and the song was played for us to hear and practice the tune. “Silent Night, Holy Night” the song played and was played, again, and, again, and again.

The more it was played, the more I fell in love with the idea of waiting for little Christ on a peaceful and Silent night, to an extent that even now this memory is still so fresh and preserved in my heart.

What is your Christmas memory?