Kaleidoscopic Life :))

 A new day unfolds, With new aspirations and opportunities. May the vigour and rigour multiply, For He is omnipresent to identify. Feel His grace,  And embrace the days. Good luck to myself on the re-opening day of school! 🎒🎒🎒

Amma's Love ❤️  It dawns with the koel's call, The tiny tailor tweets loud of all, The stripey squirrels bark to make me fall. Yet, I wait for .. The breakfast smell to waft through the air, All seems to be fair in mom's care, Time to wake - up for my share!! Dedicated to my mom. Written during my recovery post surgery in Ambattur on 20.8.2023 My mom nursed me with so much care despite her age, that I almost forgot I was recovering and started enjoying my break which transformed into vacation! 

 Have you ever realised a whole jackfruit can steal your day. Ranga and I decided to no longer wait to wak e up our Sleeping Beauty from her deep slumber.  Oh ! Sleeping Beauty - the Jackfruit he bought from Cuddalore was ducked in a cosy corner, beautifully muffled up in thick  carpet to ripen. We have been waiting for her.. peeping our noses every morning and evening for status updates. Yet , she seemed unmindful about it. Must be She needed more warmth. What can be worse than the Chennai weather! Today, we finally decided to wake her up  and rip her apart due to signs of rotting here and there. Patiently, She tolerated all our butchering.  But, She gave us a tough fight and kept us occupied for 3 hrs to completely remove all the kernels. She was huge enough to feed 5 families. What next?? Plan B when you have no takers.  She  transfigures into chips and halwa and takes another few hours of my time. She made my day!!  Rough and thorny outside,...

D11: Gorakshep to Pangboche Regret to have missed trekking to Kalapathar. A day-long 10hr trek back to Pangboche.Prem's jukebox entertained us and Illayaraja's songs became our saviour. By now we had gotten used to the darkness and were better equipped with torches to trek in the dark. The bad weather gave us good company for some more days. Those who decided to chopper out from Gorakshep trekked back up to Lukla. Unfortunately, a jogpey,with one of our luggage had disappeared into the village.The poor chap was too struck by fatigue that it decided to rest under a tree and not be found until the next morning. D12- Pangboche to Namche bazaar Another long day, with bruised pinky toes.Had it taped :( D13 - Backtrack to Lukla The total distance covered in 8 days had to be backtracked in 3 days. It seemed as if we were walking for ages, and no signs of Lukla yet. The celebrations had begun by the time the backbenchers reached the tea house. Couldn't believe I made it, we made it...

 D10 Louboche (16,153ft) - Gorakshep(16,629ft) - Base camp(17,593ft) - Gorakshep(16,629ft) Fingers crossed to accomplish our feat today! All of us were braced to face the day with all grit and determination despite many odds.  Gorak Shep  or  Gorakshep  ( Nepali :  गोरकशेप ) is a small settlement that sits on the edge of a frozen lakebed covered with sand in  Nepal  with the same name.  Gorak Shep means "dead ravens," because of the complete lack of any kind of vegetation in this place. Experienced vagaries of weather conditions right from the beginning. Cold morning turned into a sunny day in no time, I just felt like ripping off all my clothes. We got amazing views of Nuptse and Luptse en route Gorakshep. All of us enjoyed the stretch until we reached the moraines, where there was no path but just huge boulders and we had to negotiate our way crossing those one at a time. The constant sound of ice breaking off into the glacial lakes ke...

  Day 9  7.10.22 Dingboche to Louboche  (13,840ft - 16,173ft) The josh was Still On! We were getting closer to our destination, yet the journey seemed longer!      We began our day retracing our path to the first stupa from where we had to take a different route. A no man's land until lunch break. We walked past open landscapes with gigantic, black and rocky mountains on one side, and a beautiful river traversing through the mountains. From a tiny speck, a mountain kept growing in magnitude and I could never estimate its actual size. The black, the dark shrouded in mist, layered in mystery, reminded me of the Erebor and Mount Doom. Were we in Morodor? Did it have a secret door? Who was guiding us through? Was there a Gollum or Gandalf in disguise? Was there a Frodo amongst us? Did Peter Jackson visit here before creating the movie? My thoughts kept alternating between the movie and this magical mountain whose peak never seem to be visible for more than a f...