Tuesday, January 28, 2014

My daughter's poems

Today on 26th January 2014 my daughter's poems got published in  

have a read!

this and that .........

....foggy cold mornings,beautiful and still, the fog hung around most of the day.......I thought it made the garden look quite fairytale-like.....

....the sun eventually came out late in the day, I love late afternoon light, it was a gorgeous day.

Fabric  basket several uses: made with my salwar suit

Hello friends, as I said I lost my dear mom this month. I used to do something every minute ……….I can ..of course to keep me busy .otherwise I got lost in the memories of my mom…………I did some  jobs  ……
I’ll show you later on ……..  and Posting to this. Here the basket to show to get what I want. In this case guava’s in this basket. 
 Two things encountered:

Our front yard is not very large, where the we the residents keep the plant in the corner,keep our scooter, motorcycle, keep some chairs and table to sit in the sun ,lay charpoy to dry our grains etc.etc..
Yesterday cleaning my back yard and kitchen island the stand of the fridge and a big tub ended up being withdrawn from the list.
We took the fridge stand to place the tub with plants in it.
There they have been for many weeks.
 Kisses with all my love.

Friday, January 24, 2014

Knitting at the dawn,Weather this month

Here I am knitted my shawl that was
up on needles since 2011.
else in the house – knitting a lacy shawl.  I’m feeling as though getting
up early to knit this lace is the best thing that I could be doing right at
this moment.
sitting here in the quiet knitting it is connecting me to the WHY.  Why do
I love this craft so much?
here in the early dawn light knitting this simple project and meditate a little
bit.  Soak up some quiet, get my hands moving in the dance that they love
so much.  Later I’ll go to morning walk and get the rest of me moving, but
for right now – this is enough.
piece will need to be stopped, I’ll need to think about a little bit of math while
doing its edgings for two long sides and   to make
 pretty tussles  for the narrow sides.  
 Knit knit – yo yo. Knit knit – yo yo .
January 6, 2014 
fog due to icing rain at Hisar the previous day

I’m up early today – before anyone

Even though it’s just simple lace –
Today I love it because I can sit
Eventually, my lace-knit rectangular
But for now- it’s so simple.
There’s a joy in my chest.

 Weather this month

In late January 2014, an intense cold surge swept across northern India, bringing bitterly cold weather to Hisar. The minimum temperature at the Observatory on 24 January was only 3.1 degrees, the lowest record since 1957. Very rare phenomena of cold  and icing winds with ice pellets also occurred in Hisar that day, attracted a lot of interest from the media and the public, especially on different types of winter precipitation. There were quite some discussions on "mix of rain and ice pellets" and "mix of rain and small ice balls". 

Thursday, January 23, 2014


I lost my mom and best friend on 9th of this year THE 2014. My dad had died seven years before and I missed him but stayed strong for mum. I know she was in her eighties but she was doing good. When she went into hospital in April 2013 (here and here   ) i never crossed my mind i would lose her, after 15 days the Dr said she was well enough to come home. I had everything ready for her. Made her bedroom at our home where she would stay. Since then I was nurse to my mom. I had to help her for everything she needed for life. Although after hospitalization her health had deteriorated I never once thought she was dying. I feel so guilty and stupid for not knowing. She had cold before she went back to her beloved home. I was feeding her and kissed her and said i loved her. During gulping a spoon full of some gruel for lunch  she passed away in front of me.   My world crashed. I have two grown up children, and a cute niece living with me.  But all of them are younger ones.  What and how could I carry on without my mum by my side?
14 days has gone on but I am no better. I think about her constantly and miss her every hour of every day.  Each day I cry. I will never get over it. I try to move on but she was the lady who would hug me, kiss me and tell me it will be ok.