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Recalling Minutes from the Walk: A Wonderful Self-Discovery

One blog that I enjoyed writing thoroughly.

In Knowing

Englischer Garten, Munchen

Walking is a favourite pastime for me. Long walks into the forest pathways have often been therapeutic.

One evening, on a sunny afternoon, I chose a path I never tried before. Each step I took, shaped into the famous poetic lines from Robert Frost’s poemThe Road Not Taken.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

I felt no different. It was the most beautiful day. Deeper into the woods, I was welcomed by a stream flowing unidirectional, and the mallard ducks swimming in the opposite direction.

The light wind tousled my hair and the sun-kissed leaves of the huge tree sizzled. And then I heard a wild calling. It was suddenly deafening to my ears. My courage took a U-turn and I stood searching. “Where am I in the woods?”…

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Wood | The Rebirth

Root Written by Deeya Nambiar Wood Collection A New Meaning Washed to the shores, deep in the woods, or near the roadside, when the trees become …

Wood | The Rebirth

Published in Edge of Humanity Magazine

Thank you🙏🏻

For My Mother

I have grown around creepers, climbers, roots, branches, twigs and driftwood. Anything or any part of a tree, shrub or herb that looks shapely and catches my mother’s eye go into her collection. From North to South, East to West, the pieces of woods have come from all over India.

My mother’s love for woods gave a new meaning to wood art.

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Flash Fiction- Life Blooms

Last year, mid-September, I had seeds from a neatly scooped bell pepper.

The amateur gardener in me, ensured the seeds were buried deep in the nearest pot that was once a home of a spring onion.

The size of the pot was no match for the number of seeds; and the mud was a poor version of its original self which had obviously seen better days.

However, I had been sincere to my duties of watering the pot.

This year, March-end, I am counting tiny bell peppers in the jungle of plants, standing strong through the moody weather.

“I guess plants adjust better to circumstances than us.” I murmured.

“Where there is love, life blooms.” He said thoughtfully.

© 2021, Deeya Nambiar

Women’s Day : A Random Thought

There is a girl in every woman, waiting eagerly to be allowed, the freedom and happiness.

Some of us are fortunate to let the girl express, time after time, in exciting “simple things”; in the quietness of the woman’s “me time” ; in willing surrender; and in the moments of happy family and friend’s time.

The roles she adorn on a day-to-day basis, when nurtured with love, respect and factors of unconditional support, evolve her magnanimity wordlessly.

A chance is every woman’s desire.

I celebrate the woman who I am and I send love to women around the world.

Happy Women’s Day💕💐

© 2021, Deeya Nambiar