A frog sitting on the lotus leaf;
Surely not the frog Prince from a fairy tale.
Our reflections mere shadow, overshadowing;
Now a tale of priceless memories.
Deeya Nambiar
Tag: Life
Recalling Minutes from the Walk: A Wonderful Self-Discovery
One blog that I enjoyed writing thoroughly.
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
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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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