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Nileema Zade

Where is the open ground, which used to hear the sound of giggles?

Of the children and people who walked and played and ran around in circles.

Where is the open street, which heard the sound of bustling vendors?
Of the cacophony and scream to sell the small niceties for which my heart wanders.

Where is the open house, which narrated the whole day`s incidents?
Of the dinner table laughter and chatter about the school and office compliments.

Where is the open book, which calmed the running mind?
Of the magical creature that created a mystical blind!

Where??

I find it all hidden inside my mind.

I have seen it in the past and the past has promised to show it again in the future.

I bear the precautions needed to protect my bond, because

This time and tide has been the best teacher!

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Solang du nach dem Glücke jagst,
Bist du nicht reif zum Glücklichsein,
Und wäre alles Liebste dein.

Solang du um Verlornes klagst
Und Ziele hast und rastlos bist,
Weißt du noch nicht, was Friede ist.

Erst wenn du jedem Wunsch entsagst,
Nicht Ziel mehr noch Begehren kennst,
Das Glück nicht mehr mit Namen nennst,

Dann reicht dir des Geschehens Flut
Nicht mehr ans Herz, und deine Seele ruht.

Thought of sharing this Poem on todays occasion...

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Activities which kept me happy and going during the complete lockdown...

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Activities which kept me happy and going during the complete lockdown...

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Thinking about my dear friend who unfortunately lost her battle with covid19. Thinking about how much one should really be in the moment and enjoy each day and the times together because everything really is so temporary. Create beautiful memories every day, because these are the only ones which help you cope with later on. Chuck the egos, chuck the misunderstandings- they are really immaterial!

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Decoupage on emptied alcohol bottles : learnt something new in the lockdown! 😉

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Swapna

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Swapna

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Something that I wrote during the earlier days of the pandemic... 

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Something that I wrote during the earlier days of the pandemic... 

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- Renu

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sat back for a while n this came out..

Das Gefühl

Kennst du das Gefühl,
wenn du inmitten von Unsicherheit die Hoffnung nicht aufgeben möchtest

Kennst du das Gefühl,
wenn du ohne Unterstützung Entscheidungen treffen müsstest

Kennst du das Gefühl,
wenn du trotz Widerstände noch entschlossen bleiben kannst

Kennst du das Gefühl,
wenn du ohne eigene Familie überleben kannst

Kennst du das Gefühl,
wenn du nachdenkst, was alles das gekostet hast

Und..

Kennst du aber auch das Gefühl,
wenn du allerdings dem Gott für dein Dasein dankbar bist

Kennst du das Gefühl,
wenn du mit dir selbst zufrieden bist

Kennst du das Gefühl,
wenn du jede Phase des Lebens schätzen kannst

Kennst du das Gefühl,
wenn du jede kleine Freude richtig wahrnehmen und erleben kannst

Kennst du das Gefühl,
wenn du einfach weißt, jemand überwacht dich und schützt die ganze Zeit

Kennst du das Gefühl,
wenn alles irgendwie ein gutes Ende hat

Ich kenne es!

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Between the 2 lockdowns, i started with home platers. For someone who never took good care of plants, its been a big deal. Began with 2, and now I have many more, many varieties, as many as the window grill can bear! It was definitely an advantage that I was home a lot, and could look after them. It became a duty almost, to look after them well, to not take it lightly. It all started with my father gifting me this plant in the picture in the last lockdown. And so, I wanted to take care. My plants have become an inseparable part of my house, of the view. They give me hope, that there is continuity, that there is always room for improvement, that u fail, and you stand up, that there is always room for nurture. Most importantly, they make me want to appreciate beauty, and to spread beauty. Because in certain times, that's al that one can do, if not more.
Swapna

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Archana
The most beautiful things are not associated with money; they are memories and moments, further associated mostly with places and people. My favourite place esp. since March 2020 has been our apartment's terrace. Everyday late evening,sometimes early morning, I go there with my kitty Elsa. Enjoying the silence, sunrise, sunset, rain, full moon, stars, a beautiful view of the surrounding hills and at times empty road is nothing less than any meditation. Because of this lockdown I reinvented and enjoyed these litle things, that are really valuable.

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This Pandemic though is a worst phase in our lives, I have taken it as an opportunity and tried to go back and pursue my hobbies which I could not in last many years .I have started learning  synthesizer and it gives me immense pleasure and the much wanted ME time. I have learnt a bit singing also.

I have also learnt flower remedies which are miracle/magical remedies for mind / psychological ups and downs.
All these things I do it on weekends so that I am fresh and full of energy on Monday for my office work :)

.Jayanti Y. Chiplunkar

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Went to a cafe in a cloister garden in Braunschweig (a city in Northern Germany where I studied) today to have a cup of coffee.
There are still too many empty chairs and the chatter of people enjoying each other's company is still missing.
It also made me think of all the friends we lost during this time who will never sit at aoffee tables with us anymore.
Looking forward to joint lunches, coffee breaks, dinners, and good conversations in person once it's possible again

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One of my new hobbies I developed during this pandemic so I call it Pandemic Hobby😊

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Knitted these too.... and many others for my family members