Crowded with thoughts in my mind, with invisible thought balloons popping up over my head time and again, every time I sit to pen down,  some thing or other distracts me. Today almost after a week when I signed in,  the first word which grabbed my attention was the word “Yellow” in the daily “one word  prompt post “challenge or task today . All I could think  of    it  was the famous  one line we always use to satirize  ” yellow..yellow dirty fellow” . On the contrary Yellow is the most luminous  of all the colors of spectrum , color of sunshine, of marigold ,of daffodils , of sunflower depicting hopes, enthusiasm , optimism  , happiness etc.

This one word compelled me today to think about the little girl I meet everyday while going to my work. A small shabby girl with a basket full of marigolds stands in the safest corner of a busy road wearing a bright smile ( as bright as morning sunshine) with this hope that she will sell all her flowers from that tiny basket of hers to all the passers bys. Its not the marigold its her extremely enchanting smile which grips my attention everyday.




yellow isnt just a color, it is an epitome of glory wisdom and harmony.The word for ‘gold’ in Latin is aurum, which means yellow. In ancient Greece, some gods were depicted with yellow hair, and men commonly bleached their hair or spent hours in the sun to turn it yellow, so yellow most poetically called “blond” “fair” and “golden”.

In Ancient Egypt , yellow was associated with gold, which was considered to be imperishable, eternal and indestructible.

Like every coin has two sides , even yellow “the color of happiness ” is associated with envy, jealosy and duplicity.During the Post-Classical period, yellow became firmly established as the color of Judas Iscariot , the disciple who betrayed Jesus christ, even though the Bible  never describes his clothing. well…I wont get into much of ancient history associated with this vibrant color now, rather after I am done with this small article of mine I am going to explore this color more , I shall definitely get few shades of yellow for my closet, I shall gift my granny a brand new Yellow saree which will make her old wrinkled face gleam like shining star, I shall stop and buy few yellow marigolds from that small girl  standing and smiling in that busy road looking around with hope to sell her flowers….errr..may be to spread love, hopes, optimism .


I think of yellow I think of that small shabby girl with a smile like sunshine!

I think of yellow, I think of my granny with her white saree embellished with yellow blotches, and a puckered face wearing a wide grin!!

I think of yellow, I think of those marigolds from my backyard and me wearing a  yellow frock amidst them just to twine!!

                           yellow yellow absolutely not dirty fellow now….;)


Love All,

Pallavi  🙂












Come to bed, Mama!! time for my bed time story now!!… My five years old calls out showing me all her colorful books. After being  done with a long  tiring  day, looking at wall clock which displayed “10:30 PM”,  I could clearly see sleep was far cry from her so bright sparkling eyes.

On a chilly winter night of mid-January  I immediately  took refuge inside my warm quilt on bed snuggling with her,she hurriedly picked one book from her bunch of other books(frog changed to prince, Three wishes , A city and a village rat etc etc) . she opened, her all time favorite (mine too) pop up book of ” Cinderella” with a  wide  grin as if it was her first time , as if it was our first rather. we had read it umpteenth time. Phew !!

And she reads …” Once upon  a Time……”


she suddenly pauses and asks very curiously, Mama! who is this Fairy God Mother?? why Cant I see her ?? Why doesn’t she get me that crystal sandal??


I was flabbergasted, why these questions tonight and to my dismay we haven’t even reached that page yet. I frowned , cleared my throat..Uh!! well…

“Mama”! she calls out again stroking my cheeks. I  looked at her leafing through pages I showed her the popped up picture of Cinderella “the damsel in distress”, and before I could answer my little girl she turned in still grabbing her favorite book.

Ah!! The clock strikes “11 PM” now, I was stunned, stupefied still pondering over those innocently asked questions entering my mind with a twinge of unsettled emotion.

Fairy tales …They cultivate imagination in children and fascinate them with those beautiful fictitious characters and captivating pictures.To my surprise, I was not ready for such sudden questionnaires tonight. I thought again..Uh!!well..”Fairy God Mother” well she exists!! Yes she does!! inside you, inside me, inside every single woman, and she shows up when we need her, every time we forget our existence amidst the clamor and chaos of life, every time we doubt our own virtues, every time fingers raised on us for something or other..she turns up and shows us a virtual mirror to re-find,re-shape, re-define ourselves, and why only a”crystal sandal” our fairy God Mother can get us any given thing in this world.

choice is Yours :- To choose the “damsel in distress” or the “Fairy God mother” ; both prevailing inside. Let the strong triumph over weak and spread optimism, spread love  whipping that invisible magic wand..;)

I smiled, and thought ..”Fairy tales  and bedtime stories”:Are they only meant for children…off course not!! You keep on reading them, intoning them into your heart, and bodily memorizing them,it will change your life-utterly.

Next  night , another “Bed time story ” will unfold and another ignored and over-looked question will be asked ingenuously …

“Mama Get ready now”!!..;)..;)



Love all…:)












Tribute to the first man in my life!!


papa, Are you there !!???.. She was screaming aloud. A deep but assuring  voice replied , ” I have your back, my sweetheart”.!

She kept on pedaling unaware of this,she was on her own. she knew he  was right there , so she had this confidence even if she would have a bad fall .. He would be there to lift her up, to protect her and she kept on pedaling. One day she became a free bird on her lady bird( a trendy cycle of 90’s) riding her first ever machine on roads on streets on her own …

That little birdie of yesterday has turned into a woman today; a wife ; a mother ; and many more roles life offered her to play now. But still whenever she feels little low a sense of diffidence strikes in she screams in her soul …….

Papa , Are you there !!?? And a sound comes back ..”I have always  your back my sweet heart”..!! 

After all, he was is and will always be her ” territorial father “..saving her , protecting her , nurturing her , and making her confident each passing day..

From preschool days till she went to appear her first interview, from her first year’s birthday frock till her first ever “pink satin saree”  ….It was him who was always there right besides her . He taught her patience, persistence and the courage to overcome fear…That girl who used to hide behind him in dark with  a sense of relief that she will be protected from all the monsters out there,  learnt eventually to fight back with those imaginary ghost characters right from her childhood. she started believing in herself, confronting with her own insecurities , defeating her weakness  realizing her strengths accepting her part of failures and tasting the success which was meant for her soely for her she broke her own cocoon and faced the real world still seeing through his eyes.Those eyes who always guarded her and made her a woman of substance….

No matter how much she grows up,no matter how much strong life makes her, no matter how many highs and lows she has gone through, she still becomes a waggish toddler eager to learn, to take baby steps, to be stable from being capricious , to fall, to learn to ride a bicycle once again when ever he is around.

she is her  papa’s whimsical  girl and will always be ….

love all