Kavyakankshini...bewitching words spun with spindles of thought and quicksilver yarn...

Kavyakankshini...bewitching words spun with spindles of thought and quicksilver yarn...

...of things i love....

indian fabrics
junk jewellary from all over the world
shoes of all shapes sizes and colours
wine...alcohol n all sparkling spirits
chocolates dark sinfully dark chocolates
coffee
me alone in my terrace
endless discussion of thoughts with dad
a silly fight with kid brother who has now outgrown you in height...his towering kiddishness
the touch of someone whom you love
ajjichya suralichya vadya
mom giving you a head massage
the twinkle in the eye of the beggar child when you offer him/her an ice candy
a smile from an unknown child while you drive past on the road
a hug when you need it the most n also when you dont even realise you need one and still get it
a bike lotsa fuel and thousands of miles of unexplored roads
a favourite novel, six long hours and no one around
silence after listening to beethovan,bach or shastro
a new word that blew off your imagination
snow falling lightly while you walk through unfamiliar roads with someone who understands you completely jus by the way you hold his hand
a fresh sheet of paper
black ink
flowers..bakul, nishigandha,mogra,chafa,tulips
early morings and poetry
indian monsoons
dreaming