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A few months ago, we tended to a frail cat, who walked into our garden unexpectedly. She appeared pregnant, or perhaps had already given birth to a litter of kittens. We remained unsure about the fact of the matter, that stood meowing before us with vulnerable, fiery eyes. She had a pretty demanding attitude. Her meowing had a terribly unpleasant shrill, & an aggressive and annoying tone to it. It was not welcoming to our ears. But she persisted, and we were almost forced into doing our bit for her.

A few weeks later, she disappeared. Very soon, three speckled, tiny timid kittens appeared in our garden, out of nowhere. They stealthily peep out from the thicket of cactus plants encircling our courtyard, whenever Amma puts out food into an old granite stone bowl, especially for the crows. (In the Hindu tradition, it is believed that crows are our ancestral Spirits)

Over the past few weeks, these three adorable kittens are more comfortable around us. Still afraid and cautious, but at times, most trusting and curious about getting to know us better. It is so charming and most delightful to watch them play and care for each other. It is wonderful to observe their wild cat-selves. They are like three miniature tigers growing bolder and stronger with time, blissfully safe in their surrounding wilderness …

 

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Kissed by the winds,

bathed in the cooling rains,

frail, delicate petals,

twirl and swirl …

 

Kanchan | Bauhinia Variegata

Falling silently

to the melody of a quiet night …

 

In the soft morning light,

a meditative gardener sweeps

with strong hands,

and loving eyes …

 

 

 

 

12th October 2019,

Tamilnadu, India

I’ve been reading Shakuntalam | अभिज्ञानशाकुन्तलम् | Abhijñānaśākuntalam, an inspiring Classical Sanskrit play by the 4th century Poet, Playwright Kalidasa. This morning as we cared for the Lilies in our pond, the dance lesson with my student too, was inspired by the wide green leaves of the Lilies. In Shakuntalam, Anusuya & Priyamvada, two endearing friends of the main heroine, use Lotus leaves as hand fans, to help calm the nerves of a lovelorn Shakuntala. They also suggest to her to inscribe a love letter to her Beloved on the lotus leaf with her beautiful nails …

 🎵 Lalitha Lavanga | Album- The Blue Divine | Sikkil Gurucharan & Anil Srinivasan

“Such an exquisite form of unblemished beauty, I have never known, or seen, or experienced in my life before. I am hovering around this beautiful Kunda flower saturated with dew, like a bee at dawn, neither able to enjoy it, nor abandon it. “

“ज्याच्या कान्तींत कसलाहीं उणेपणा नाही अशा या आपण होऊन चालून आलेल्या सौंदर्याचा मी पूर्वी कधी स्वीकार केला होता कीं नव्हता याचा निर्णय करतां येत नसल्यामुळे, उष:काली दंवबिंदूंनी निथळणार्या कुन्दपुष्पाचा भ्रमर आस्वाद घेऊ शकत नाही, त्याप्रमाणे या सौंदर्याचा स्वीकार करण्याचाहि मला धीर होत नाही, आणी त्याचा अव्हेर करण्याचंहि सामर्थ्य माझ्या ठिकाणी नाही.”

~ अभिज्ञानशाकुन्तलम् Abhijñānaśākuntalam, a Sanskrit play by the ancient Indian poet Kālidāsa.

 

 

At noon

by the Lily pond, a

Vermillion Dragonfly,

by its meditative presence,

balance, agility, grace

and focus, spreads a spacious serenity

and a quiet peace into Mother Universe …

Because of your love

I have lost my sobriety

I am intoxicated

by the madness of love

In this fog

I have become stranger to myself

I’m so drunk

I’ve lost the way to my house

In the garden

I see only your face

From trees and blossoms

I inhale only your fragrance

Drunk with the ecstasy of love

I can no longer tell the difference

between drunkard and drink

Between lover and beloved

{Poem by Rumi, 13th century, Persian poet & Sufi mystic}

 

Cream hued flower-dust gathers, little by little, on the hind legs of the busy Honey Bee, while the beautiful Waterlily remains in complete surrender to the here and now. 💗

Sharing sacred moments, through a one minute film, entitled, ‘Togetherness.’ This intimate offering is my celebration of childhood friendships, unhindered creativity, and soulful sisterhoods, all over the world.

About the film:

Today, on the 23rd of January 2019, I celebrate the birthday of my dear childhood friend, Sudnya Shroff, through this one minute film. This is a medley of precious moments woven together in playfulness and love, as we leisurely wander about in God’s beautiful garden. The music that you hear in the background, ‘Lara’s theme,’ from the film, Doctor Zhivago, is a melody that I would have her play to me on her piano, again and again, way before we became teenagers. In the film, you will also pass by one of Sudnya’s large paintings, entitled, “Soul Sisters”. This painting now hangs in our home, and it also happens to be her celebration of the two of us.

{‘Togetherness’ ~ Photographs & Filmed by Kaarthikeyan Kirubhakaran}

 

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चंद्रभागा 🌙 Chandrabhaga

 

She is monsoons, spring, autumn,

and a quiet snowfall …

She is beauty, passion, compassion

with moist, clear, playful,

and sparkling eyes …

 

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7th September 2018

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29th August 2018

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20th August 2018

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20th August 2018

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19th August 2018

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7th August 2018

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7th August 2018

Monsoon hill climbs in Maharashtra, gift unexpected encounters with beautiful mountain people, and inspire me to sketch and paint. This sketch is of ‘Chandrabhaga’. A shepherdess who I chanced upon on my afternoon walks on a hill under the shade of grey monsoon clouds, while vast fields of tender green grass and unexpected pools of water, lured me with their colours and shimmers. She embodies the spirit of a river in full swell ~ untamed, yet calm, curious and vivacious, free spirited and attentive. She moves through the green pastures with poise, grace, and elegance. She gave me permission to film her. I went ballistic with my camera, trying to catch her spirit in a photograph. She softly asked me with curious and clear eyes, “What do you do with these photos?” I responded, “I want to capture this moment in my memory, and sometimes I make paintings too. If I make one, I’ll bring it along to show it to you.” She smiled. We conversed for a long time in the noon hours. She told me about her daily routine. Her long climbs with her herd of goats, without a water bottle/phone/hat, just her long wooden stick, and her thick woollen blanket. She spoke about her goats, their behaviour, her life under the wide open skies, her community, and their campsite at the base of these hills …
Its been more than a week, since she plays on my mind. Today, was a day when my being fills with peace and inspiration. I feel the same delight ignite my entire being. And little by little, my beautiful Chandrabhaga, converses with me. I meet her in these pigments, in the brush strokes, in the light shower of rain that touches my skin, when the winds get more frisky, and words form sentences and express feeling on this page.
{journal entry, 7th August 2018}
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SKETCH, 7th August 2018