Be a candle,
Ignite your wick,
Let your light shine,
Piercing all darkness
As far as your ray can go
I can't be a candle,
That burns itself out.
Turning to vapours,
While giving you light.
Melting inch by inch.
Till nothing remains.
An LED light I will be
With Powerjack and internal battery.
Illuminating your world,
Brighter than a candle
When my battery dies,
Will plug-in and recharge.
Then radiant as ever,
I will spread my light for you.
I was wandering around our church cemetery, an 8 year old, unable to stay still while mother was lighting candles at our family tomb. I was drawn towards the bush with beautiful light purple and white flowers which spread around every unattended grave. I bend to smell the flowers and my mother stopped me saying that they are corpse flowers.
This was my first introduction to Vinca, or periwinkle. Every cemetery in Kerala had these flowers. The very sight of them reminded people of death and hence, they were denied space in home gardens.
Years later, I see them being bought from nurseries and tended in home gardens, including my mother’s, in different hues, the periwinkle blue being the popular one.
We had plenty of periwinkle bushes in my school too and they were an integral part of our recess activity. We collected the fallen flowers, carefully removed the stamen and made hands of time piece.
What I didn’t know then, is the deeper symbolism of periwinkle and the reason behind it having graveyards as its abode.
It stands for everlasting love and binding friendship. When you plant them near a loved one’s resting place, you are celebrating the love which never evanesces. Your love transcends to the spirit world, living for ever.
In Christianity, it is known as the “Virgin flower” and is associated with the Virgin Mary.
The blue Periwinkle represents the heavenly nature of the Virgin Mary, who is usually depicted wearing blue.
There are six different species of periwinkle and they due to their low maintenance, can be grown in terrace or balcony gardens too.
In folklore, periwinkle has powers pertaining to ghosts, witches and bewitchment.
Periwinkle is called violette des sorciers (violet of the sorcerers) in France, where it wards off evil spirits. Hung over doorways, periwinkle is said to keep out both demons and spirits.
In Welsh superstition, if one plucks periwinkle off a grave, one will be haunted by the dead in dreams for a year.
Benefits and Uses
Periwinkle has been used in medicine to treat colds, coughs, sore throat and diabetes.
It was also used to heal eye and lung infections.
October Photo A Day Challenge by City Sonnet. Day 28
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
No eyes can help but see the beauty of flowers.
Light reflecting off a snowflake.. Beautiful. Can’t wait for Christmas 🎄.
The most beautiful sight that would take your breath away. Definitely, a smile..
I celebrated my birthday recently and my 13 year old son, made a wonderful card for me.
It had his stick figure drawings, which spoke a thousand words which only he and I could understand.
He is a happy child and very sensitive. He gets easily upset. Observing the unfairness of life happening around him, makes him moody. We have had many moments when I gave him tips on how to deal with difficult situations. Here is that gratitude for teaching him, what he describes as punching life on its face.
Here is one for helping him scale the steps of life one by one while encouraging him to keep his eye on his goal.
This one here is my words of wisdom quoted, “Push through the pain”. Tough love indeed !
Here is the wonder woman facing all the exploitations, which is actually bouncing off her.
It was a priceless gift and yes I am proud of this little human.
It all began with eve-teasing, a curse which has become part of every Indian girl’s life.
No one would have thought even in their wildest dreams, that it would spark an avalanche of incidents which changed this idyllic town of mine, forever.
I decided to settle down in this quaint little town, nestled between mountains, for its picturesque hillside setting and its vibrant populace.
I answered to an advertisement for a teaching post with little hopes. Who knew, they would choose a big- city girl over the local applicants. The moment I set my foot here, I fell for its charm. I willingly gave in to its spell, bought a little cottage overlooking a lake. From my window, I could see the dark green mountains beyond the lake.
It happened on a cold Friday evening. Sun was making a slow descend. The light of the day was slowly giving way to dusk. My kitty was in the yard chasing the dragonflies on the lawn. I was burrowing my feet in the softness of the grass, observing the twilight, turning the gossamer wings of the dragonflies to a golden hue.
That’s when she came hurtling through my gate. She was my student, a ninth-grader whose name I shall withhold.
She didn’t stop till she entered the safety of my patio. She was sobbing, hiding behind the pillar, peering out into the road as if she was expecting her pursuer to follow her in.
It took a while for her to calm down.
She was on her way back from her Kathak class. The dance institute near the town’s library attracted the attention of jobless young men and teenage boys as bees to a flower. They buzzed around, making passes at girls moving in and out.
The shop owners around accepted the group of eve-teasers as a part of their landscape. Parents advised girls to ignore them and urged them to always walk in groups.
She had her friends for the company when they left the dance institute. The girls were engaged in their regular chin-wagging, oblivious to being followed by two of those eve-teasing youngsters. The boys kept their distance waiting for the right opening. The road dog-legged towards my lane and her friends parted one by one. She hastened her pace well aware that she had another 10 minutes walk alone, to reach the safety of her house.
It was the jingling of the cycle bell which made her turn back. The boys were close and the one, pillion riding, extended his arm as if to grab her.
She ran, her panic clamping her throat.
That is when she saw my open gates and scurried in.
She did not know the names of the youngsters. Hence I urged her parents to register a complaint against the eve-teasing nuisance outside the dance institute.
I accompanied her parents to the Police Station. They informed us about the loopholes of filing a case against unidentified persons for eve-teasing but promised that they would try to patrol the area.
When I explained the situation to her, I could feel her disdain and disappointment in a system that could not guarantee her safety.
She asked me, “Miss, when nature has given us so much power as women, why our law has given us too little? Why can I not walk on the roads of my town without fear of being molested by obscene words and gestures?”
I did not have a satisfying answer to give this brave young girl and I did not want to stifle the courage and her fighting spirit which sparked within her.
That’s how I decided to polish my self-defense skills, which my late father had forced me to take as a girl. My student brought more friends every week and the training gained momentum.
The police patrolled for a few weeks and hence there was a respite from the gathering gang of trouble –makers.
But no one knew that it was calm before the storm and the incident had awakened the Goddess Kali dormant within her. The rage which sparked due to helplessness grew into a feral fire, as a need to protect herself as well as her friends.
She was the brain behind the strike. She did not share the fact that the boys have begun following her again, waiting to exact revenge for the police complaint. Instead, she equipped herself with a DIY stun gun, pepper spray, and a weapon.
That day, she and her friends deliberately dilly-dallied after the dance class. As she turned to the lane, she slowed her pace, by design. She wasn’t scared by the bell this time. She waited for the arms to touch her. The boys did not know what hit them. Stunned and pepper-sprayed, they lost balance and fell. She wanted them immobile, till the police arrived. She hit them hard on their head with her weapon, her stocking which was filled with rocks.
She called me first and then the police. Her friends arrived with their family to guard the boys until the police took charge. The eve-teasers finally had names and their head wounds needed a few stitches.
The boys were arrested under IPC section 354 as the girls testified that the boys tried to assault them hurling abuses about “teaching them a lesson” and that they acted in self defense. No one knew that, she had the leading role and the girls were supporting actors.
The town was shocked by the turn of events. There were people showering praises, appreciating the act of courage .There were also others, who questioned the upbringing of the girls, and who blamed the parents for letting the girls run amok and attack boys.
The self-defense classes continued and discussions about the incident lost steam. She became a legend and a role-model for many young girls in the town.
Her parents knew that the ordeal was not over. The reports on girls getting stabbed in Indian metro cities as they dared to raise voice against eve-teasing, gave them nightmares. They also knew that they have raised a take-charge girl who would try to empower the girls around her .
The boys were out on bail and the law set on its course as slow as ever.
As I sit by myself, writing my journal and looking out of the window, the mountains look taller than ever. A calm sense of serenity prevails in nature outside. Yet, on the inside, I feel the ominous foreboding of something big and unknown approaching this rustic town. I try, to reign in my prognostications by listening to my kitty in the backyard purring louder than ever.
October Photo A Day Challenge by City Sonnet. Day 26
The three trees, elegant, stood in the valley. Amidst the grass changing its hues from green to yellow. The centre one black and barren. The one to the left alive and lush. The one to the right still holding on to its remaining leaves.
The adenium poised elegantly, after the rain, like an angel blessing the universe.
October Photo A Day Challenge by City Sonnet. Day 25
Whipping up a tasty one-pot meal that don’t require any side dishes, is a challenge.
So I came up with this pressure cooker version of pot rice.
I haven’t made traditional slow cooked pot rice yet, so I am not sure how different that would taste form this pressure cooked version.
I have had the restaurant version of Pot rice and mine is definitely superior to that in taste, moisture and texture
I have listed few chopped vegetables, but this is one dish where you can improvise and be creative.
I also add sauces, which improves the colour of gravy.
Ingredients for Chicken Pot Rice
1. Long grain rice – 1cup
2. Boneless chicken cut into 3 inch pieces- 500 g
3. Carrot- 1 (medium size)
4. Potato- 1 (medium size)
5. Sweet corn- ¼ cup
6. Onion- 1 finely chopped
7. Garlic- 2 teaspoon, finely chopped
8. Ginger- 1 teaspoon, finely chopped
9. Red chilli powder – 1teaspoon
10. Garam masala powder- ½ teaspoon
11. Soy sauce- 1 table spoon
12. Red chili sauce -1 table spoon
13 Tomato sauce – 1 table spoon
14. Schezwan sauce- 1 table spoon
15. Oil – 2 table spoon
16. Cardamom – 2 pieces
17- Clove- 2 pieces
18 .Star anise- 1
19. Cinnamon stick- 2 inch piece
20. Salt –according to taste
Wash and drain the rice and keep it aside.
In a large pan, add oil . When the oil is hot add Cardamom, clove, cinnamon and star anise. Stir. Add, chopped ginger and garlic and sauté till there is no more raw smell.
Add chopped onions and sauté till translucent. Add chicken, potato, carrot and corn and sauté for 5 minutes. Add red chilli powder and garam masala and sauté for additional 2 minutes.
Now add the sauces and sauté for 1 minute. Add the washed and drained rice and salt according to your taste, and mix well carefully for 1 minute.
Transfer to a pressure cooker. Add three cups of water and mix well. Pressure cook for 20 minutes or 4 whistles.
I have a few suggestions based on my learning.
1. You can add vegetables like broccoli, mushrooms, and bell peppers. But if you are doing so, do not cook them in pressure cooker. Instead, saute them after chopping. You can add salt and pepper powder. Once your cooked pot rice is transferred to a serving bowl, add the above and give it a stir.
2. The quantity of sauces can be changed according to the fancy of your taste buds. I love soy, chilli and schezwan sauces in my recipes.
3. If you feel that the cooked rice doesn’t have enough moisture, you can add warm water in sufficient quantity and give it a stir before you serve.
4. I haven’t added the garnish. You can garnish with chopped spring onion, coriander and mint leaves.
Next I am going to try the same recipe replacing water with a mixture of 2 cups water and 1 cup coconut milk.
If you are trying out the recipe, do drop in your experience .
October Photo A Day Challenge by City Sonnet. Day 24
The collection of smiles in my treasure box, is countless.