Garden of Eden

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Plot of Earth.”

It would have to be in the high ranges or mountains somewhere- my ideal plot of land. It would of course be far from the madding crowd. It would be nice if I could have it in the Dur Khaima or the Far Pavilions ( somewhere in the Hindukush mountains).

The Far Pavilions

A light snow would be falling but the weather would be pleasant. The wind would bring with it the scent of almond blossoms from the far away city of Kabul.

almond blossoms

In this plot of land, I would build up a small house, with just one room, a kitchen and a bathroom. I would have a huge fruit garden with all the fruit trees in the world- particularly apples, cherries, plums, apricots and such. I would bring trees from the tropics and would grow them there in special greenhouses that I would have there.

The soil would grow flowers and flowering plants- in the summer there would be a bed of all sorts of flowers that would form a carpet and I would have my own valley of Flowers.

When I open the windows of my house, the delicate perfume from those flowers will come flowing in. I hope not to weed, chop and cut but to let the trees and plants grow in their natural forms.

As my companions I would have a lot of animals, particularly dogs, cats, cows, goats, and any other friendly animals. They would also grow in complete freedom there.

All of us, would wander around my Garden of Eden in gay abandon and not think of the world we had left behind us, for we would be in paradise itself. Such is how my dreamland would be.

( Inspired by The Far Pavilions by M. M. Kaye- one of my all time favourite novels)

The far pavilions -1

Harvard and my dream

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tourist Trap.”

I once went to the Harvard University campus in Boston. It was an unplanned visit. My family was visiting Boston and I was intent on seeing all the sights I could take in during the 5 day visit.

It was October- the fall colours were just coming out. The leaves were of every colour and hue you could imagine.

It was that time of my life, when my husband was sick- mortally sick- not of any gross physical disease but of mental fatigue. He had given up on himself and his life- having given himself just a few days to live. And in the midst of this he brought us, his family on our first visit to the US.

He was least interested in seeing the sights and spent more time at the Convention Center in downtown Boston than with us.

On the last day, I told him about Harvard university and how much it meant and should mean to doctors- it was supposed to be the Mecca of Medicine and one which every doctor would want to visit at least once his life. He was not convinced. Finally I had to tell him about ” Doctors” written by Erich Segal, in which he describes life of a medico at Harvard Medical School. This convinced him and he decided to come with me to worship at my temple.

We walked from downtown Boston, across the Charles river, on the Longfellow bridge and reached the MIT campus- I remember taking a few photographs there. We lingered there for a bit. It had been a long walk but it was not over yet.

A few steps further we reached the Harvard Medical School campus and the Harvard square. We saw the accommodations of the medical students and many medical students walking through the streets. Finally we reached the main gate of the Medical School.

Harvard medical school

It was late afternoon by then- the children had been left to their own devices in our hotel room. We needed to hurry back. But I was determined to see it all.

We went inside and saw various buildings and monuments inside as much as we could in the failing twilight. We also saw the Chapel used by the founding fathers of this great university. Of course, we didn’t have the time to see everything.

Harvard church

I was immensely grateful for the opportunity to have seen one of the greatest universities in the world with my own eyes and I would like to return there some day, not as a tourist but as a student.

No, don’t laugh at me- I may be middle aged and getting on in years but I have a dream and that dream is yet to come to pass.

Weekend crochet

This weekend I was bitten by a  “do something” bug.
It must be a continuation of the bug that was with me on Thursday when I was sitting and wondering what to do at work.
So my list went like this :
1. Study for the CIP exam
2. Start crocheting again
3. Exercise- get on my cross trainer or exercise ball and do something.

What I actually got done
1. Went to a birthday party- the theme was ” the jungle”- all the girls wore grass skirts and the decorations were also made of grass- innovative. Great food too!

2. Started a new crochet shawl
Sharing my shawl pattern:

I wonder if it will look as good when I have completed it.

This is how it looks now.


Trying something new

The Blogging 101 exercise tells us to try something new. I managed to find out the post format button of the yoko theme and am trying ” Quote” where I would like to share a poem I read on networking.
Decide to Network

Decide to network
Use every letter you write
Every conversation you have
Every meeting you attend
To express your fundamental beliefs and dreams
Affirm to others the vision of the world you want
Network through thought
Network through action
Network through love
Network through the spirit
You are the center of the world
You are a free, immensely powerful source
of life and goodness
Affirm it
Spread it
Radiate it
Think day and night about it
And you will see a miracle happen:
the greatness of your own life.
In a world of big powers, media, and monopolies
But of six billion individuals
Networking is the new freedom
the new democracy
a new form of happiness
Written by Robert Muller