Clueless

One question keeps haunting me from time to time- What is my Purpose in Life? This question leads to a series of thoughts and a thread of questions which leave me confused and clueless every single time.What am I born for? What is the reason I am in this world?

According to me there is a purpose for every bodies birth. A destiny to fulfill. A contribution to make to the world. The meaning for existence. I am not talking of a job or a degree, what I mean are the deeper things in life. Things that matter. Things by which we will be remembered, even when we are not there. Things that give us sheer happiness and satisfaction. They are not measured by how big or small they are. What matters that they are big in our life.

Realization hits many a times that the best things in Life are right in front of us, but I need to find identify it myself, don't I ?My search is still going on. I still am finding my purpose of being. I am still stumbling along the path of my personal enlightenment. I am still Clueless.

I came across this website the other day that said in order to know the purpose of your life, just write this question - What is the purpose of my life? and then start writing your answers with an open heart until you stumble upon an answer which really makes you cry. This just made me wonder after countless sleepless nights and amazing number of hours pondering over this question, I still haven't got an answer. So is this that easy, will this provide me with an answer. Guess, I will have to try it out to find it myself.

Does this happen to you ? Have you got your purpose of being ? Are you as clueless as me ?

Please do share your views with me.

And now for the ootd.

Top - Gift from sister

Denims- Levis

Bag - Dubai Market

Shoes- Dubai market

Neckpiece - Splash

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Bhakti

Old world charm

In the crowded concrete jungle of high rises and modern technology, the old world charm still tells tales of the era bygone.

A glimpse of the beautiful Old world charm still thriving amidst the urban chaos in Pune City.

Trying to capture it all through my camera.

I love the old charming structures, their work, their architecture, the mystique.
The Era that was......
 Pune

Do you like it too?

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Bhakti

Mogra

This post is written for Smelly to Smiley Ambi Pur contest (Indiblogger).www.facebook.com/AmbiPurIndia

We often take little things for granted. Fail to observe the trivial things. But they are stored deep down somewhere. Every corner in the house we have been living and spending all our time is filled with memories. It is also filled with innumerable smells, and every smell or fragrance has a memory attached to it, some moments which are special or not so special; but yet which have a deep place in our heart. Some fragrances which unknowingly rekindle memories long forgotten.Smell and memory go hand in hand, they are stored together in the brain.
Consciously or sub consciously every smell or fragrance has some thing to say, some significant memory.
Today evening when I lit an incense stick which spread the aroma of Mogra flowers (Jasmine) everywhere in my home, I sat back relaxed and felt good instantly. I love this feeling. At the same instance the door bell rang, as if to disturb me from my serene state. Unwillingly I got up to open the door and see who was this intruder. It was one of my close friend and as soon as she came in and got a whiff of Mogra, she commented that I am obsessed with Mogra and should be a brand ambassador of it.
Well to tell the truth - My entire house smells of Mogra. You will find whiffs of Mogra incense in almost all my perfumes.
Almost all my air fresheners and fragrances have notes of Mogra.
"Why this attraction to Mogra?" she prodded me further.
Instead of answering her question I was lost in my memories. I was lost in my childhood. I was engulfed in a happy protected cocoon. For me Mogra means home, the eternal love, my parents, my childhood home, a treasure trove of memories.
I was introduced to this fragrance quite early in life, they say a baby can smell since the time he/she is in his/her mother's womb. So I guess that's how I was introduced.
Born and brought up in a Maharashtrian family where garlands made of Mogra adorn the hair of the ladies. They are the symbol of love.
My father on his way back home after work every evening used to get Garland of Mogra for my mother without fail. This was a ritual. The ritual of their love for each other. He giving it to her and she very lovingly sporting it on her hair with pride. Their love made everything so loving around them. The whole family chatted over cups of chai(tea) and pakodas(snacks), played games or went out for a stroll with the fragrance of Mogra lingering all around us. The fragrance of Mogra mixed with spices of the kitchen is what my mother smells like even today. For me this is the best fragrance ever in my life, the Fragrance of my mother, the fragrance of my childhood, of my parent's eternal love, of their presence, a happy childhood, comfort, peace, life, love. Even today my father gets Mogra garland for my mother and the ritual continues the difference is that I am not physically part of that childhood magic. I try to recreate that magic, their eternal love, their presence now at my own home with the Mogra smell and get lost in my own tranquil oasis of beautiful memories and also take inspiration to carve some of my own such memories along the way.
As if to shake me from my thoughts my friend asked me again " are you even here?"

I answered her as if answering my own question- Yes I am. and you are right I am obsessed, deeply in love and completely addicted to Mogra(with a wink and a smile). She was left as confused as ever.

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Bhakti

A cup of Coffee ...

A multi talented cup of coffee. A cup of Coffee is magical, isn't it? No wonder there are so many coffee cafes sprouting up on each and every nook and corner.
Well don't you know it is a universally accepted fact that anything can happen over a cup of coffee.
It brews magic, romance, mystery, the long wait, meetings, marriages, planning, lectures, newspapers, rainy evenings, cold mornings, late nights, conversations, puzzles, board games, assignments, vacations.(you name it you got it)
Be it in movies or real life a cup of Coffee is nothing short of a miracle maker.
By now it is no hidden fact that we go on loads of coffee dates because hubby dear is a true coffee lover. Eventually I have too turned into one (no other option, have I? ). There is such a variety of options to spoil the coffee lovers, well hubby dear likes his strong cappuccino but I like mine fancy ;p. ( a little bit of sparkle never hurts anybody, does it?)
We love our coffee dates, sitting in different cafes throughout the town. Sipping on hot coffee (for me its mostly cold coffee) watching the world pass. Our never ending conversations (me ranting all the time), catching up on each other, revisiting old memories, making small stories on the passerby's. Planning, joking, just being. It rekindles our dating period dates. Reminiscing about memories and creating lots more.
Seasons go by, years, time flew, the baristas, the cafés, age, places every thing changed except for our cup of Coffee and its serenading magic.
Our never ending cups of Coffee through years ....
A small glimpse..

To many more cups of coffee yet to come ...

xoxo

Bhakti

The Rain - Rhapsody

I love Rains, yet another wave of feelings which engulfs me every time I enjoy the rain.Trying to pen down the same ---

Pitter patter of raindrops I hear,

a music to my ears.

A nice fat book, a cup of hot coffee and a comfortable blanky to snuggle in,

and hide away from all the din.

The fresh green trees all around,

make me forget all the concrete mounds.

The smell of wet earth,

makes me coo like the Koyal that - yes I  belong to this hearth.

Looking at the rain,

everything else appears but vain.

The parch barren land of summer,

transforms to a fertile sublime green oasis with the speed of a bummer.

Thus Life is transformed

and adorned.

Natures melody - The Rain - Rhapsody,

inspires me to be ready.

Bhakti

Something to match the mood of the poem ..

top - lifestyle

black cardigan  -splash

bag- nike

shoes- bata rainwear

scarf- Dubai

xoxo

Bhakti