Golden Sunrise...my journey so far !

My favourite time of the year is when it snows. Pick up a handful of snow. Shape it into a ball. Throw it towards Papa. He will catch it. Baam !! Throw it towards Mummy. She will miss the shot. For sure. Thapak !!  You can roll on it. You can glide. You can feel the cottony soft flakes. Squeeze it. Punch it. You can play with it like a play dough. Raise it into a snow man. You can then hide behind it. Call out Papa. Call out Mummy. Play Peekaboo. 

Dear Michael,  You are a gift to the Universe ! It is you who inspired me to believe in my dreams. To you I can share all that is in my mind.  You listen and don't just hear. You inspire and don't instruct. You lead us by example.  You love dogs, you love Nature, you love all. For all these and much more, I love you.  I love you like no other. Happy birthday, my friend! 🍹🎂🐥🦢🐞🐝🦋🌼🌺🌷🍀

Our mind is a funny part of our body. It can trick how we see. It can trick how we think and feel.  Let us look at the photo above. (Taken from internet). It looks like it is a dead end. Or end of the road. But it is just an optical illusion. What our eyes see is not always true. Actually, there is a curve on that road.  Same way, when we feel that this world is going to end we must know that there is a curve. There is a way ahead. There is still hope. For a better future. Love,  Ayan.

I saw two little boys. They were begging. Their mummy held a big bowl. People dropped some coins into that bowl. The bigger boy played with a toy truck. The little boy licked a dirty spoon. Their clothes were torn. They were all sweating. But that did not bother them. They were happy. I carried some dates, cherries, plum and mangoes. Their eyes glittered. Like stars. They smiled. Like the morning Sun. That night I did not complain about my homework. Reading felt that gliding on snow. Writing felt like making sand castles on the beach.  That night at dinner the bitter gourd tasted sweet. Lemon was no longer sour.  That night my bed felt softer. My pillow cozier. And the house ! The sweetest home ever.

I have a dream. To see this earth clean and green.  Today and forevermore. Just these two dreams. I dream anew. Wait ! Not green with envy. 😊 Green with trees.  Clean with fresh air.  Full of love.  Full of joy.  Dreams come true ! I believe it ! Do you?

Wish you all a happy happy World Environment Day!  🌍🖼🌱🌳🍀🦄🐿🦚🦢🐧🕊🐢🐡🐝🦋🐛🌻🌼🌷🍃 I spent the morning planting saplings. Then rest of the day painting that. Hope you like it. 🧒💚 Love, Ayan.

We are not humans. If we do not have kindness in us.  We are not humans. If we cannot love our fellow beings. If we hurt animals, birds or any little being, we are not humans. In Kerala an elephant ate a food item. Little did it know that it was loaded with crackers. The crackers exploded inside the elephant's mouth. The poor animal died in extreme pain. It had a baby elephant in its tummy.  How can we be so irresponsible? To leave crackers laden goodies in the open? It could  harm any living being. Or are we really so cruel to feed it on purpose? Where has our kindness gone?  I pray for a drop of kindness.  A drop in you.  A drop in me.  Drop by drop let it fill us. Drop by drop let it heal us. I pray for an ocean of kindness. Kindness in you. Kindness in me. Love, Ayan.   Photo : The elephant that kissed me. I named it 'Elee'. Photo : The elephant I painted in memory of 'Elee'.

A lot of people ask me what all  I do in a day. I just give them a big smile. My life is not so easy. But I love it this way. I follow a daily routine. 📆 Morning : 8am-9am : Wake up.🌄 Pee.🌧 Brush my teeth. ⛄ Wash my face.🧖‍♂️ Take my herbal drink.🍵🏺 Meditate.💆‍♂️ Do yoga.🧘‍♂️ Pray.🙇‍♂️ Breakfast :  Milk, oats, cornflakes, fruits,                       dry fruits.                      Sometimes poha or porridge,                             fry breads with veg-curry,                                   pancakes with honey,                      bread toast with jam. 🍑🍊🍍🍓🍒🍌🍋🍇🍈🥭🍎🍅🥝🥥🥑🥞🍞🧀🍔🥙🌯🌮🥪🍨🥗🍪🍯🍮🍰🥛🍹     ...

This Earth is my home.  This Universe is my home.  Your heart is my home. If I ever build a house, it will have a big lawn for pets to roam. It will have a garden of flowers, butterflies and bees. It will have all kinds of fruit trees for us and all the animals. It will have shrubs, climbers, bushes, herbs and all kinds of vegetables.  It will have a playground where I can fly my kites, ride my bicycle, play football and badminton. It will have a large pond where fishes and we will swim. And on its bank I will put my canvas stand. I will paint the most beautiful painting. If I build a house, it will have a large empty room. Painted all white and green plants all around. I will meditate with my parents. I will pray with them. Do Yoga, read my books and write my stories there. This house will have a room for me, one for Ma Papa, one for Koka Ennai, one for Aryan, his Papa Mom, one for Mainu Mama, one for Dodai Aaita and a big one for all I love. All are welcome!  We wi...

I start my day with a prayer and a visit to my secret river. Come ! Will show you. Sit comfortably or lie down. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Exhale. Again, inhale slowly. Gently exhale. Let us begin this journey. Slowly. The slower the better ! Imagine :  You are floating on the clouds. Gently. Slowly.  It is cool up there. Soft breeze is blowing.  The clouds land on a river bank. On soft grass green. You gently touch the grass with your palm. The smell of grass and fresh dew fills you.  You dip your feet into the water. It is cold. The sound of water flowing fills your ears. Kulukulukulukulu..... You wash your face with the water. The freshness fills you with joy.  Butterflies flutter around you.  Colourful birds chirp.  Flowers bloom. Jasmine. Gardenia. Orchids. The sweet fragrance fills the air.  Bees hum. Dew drop fall gently. Like snowflakes.  You feel Love. You feel Joy. You feel Hope. This is the best place to be in. Slowly you...

Have you ever befriended a squirrel? A baby squirrel? If you had you would know, how it could wriggle its tail and make you giggle. It would hop near you, hop around and move away hopping. Only to return to you. One day, a baby squirrel came to me and said, "Hi ! I am Pecko ! Will you be my friend?" I jumped with joy. It gave some tiny jumps too. Hop ! Hop ! Hop !  Papa, Mummy, Koka, Ennai and Mainu Mama... they all said, "Let's find its Mommy!" We searched everywhere. We couldn't find. We waited for its Mommy to come. It didn't come. So, I let Pecko eat a slice of watermelon. It licked and licked and went to take a nap near it. I wrapped it with soft baby towels and put it on its new bed; atop my study table.  "How to take care of a baby squirrel?", I asked Google. As Google showed, Mummy  warmed a little formula milk and let it cool. She pulled the milk with a syringe; without its needle. I held Pecko up as she fed the milk. Drop by drop. It ...

Hi ! You know there was this bird. With creamy dreamy magic feathers. It used to fly high up the sky. Singing merrily. Merrily flapping its delicate wings.  One day a bad man caught it and put it in a cage. It was allowed to eat, drink, poop, pee  and roam just inside the cage. But not to fly. Now, can a bird be happy if not allowed to fly? It can never be. We have become just like that bird now during this lockdown. I understand it is for our own good and for all others we love. But how long can a kid stay locked in? I wish to go to the river. To the green fields. I want to dance with butterflies. Hop with squirrels. I want to play outdoors. Build sand castles. Fly kites. Climb trees and Swim ! Only if this coronavirus goes away !  So here I am ! Spreading my mind's wings. Flying to you. Love,  Ayan.