Having faith


This month, share one or more places in which you put your faith. Also, if you do not believe in the concept of faith, share your view as well.


There is only one place where I put my faith; My inner spirit, my soul

Faith is a feeling, an emotional state, which has no physical basis. It grows in the soul and it’s branches anchor the spirit to the greater universe by each passing incident that strengthens it. Sometimes we let our faith flounder in the sea of forgetfulness and it weakens to a degree that it is almost lost. It is that tree that needs to be nourished daily with the juice of our belief.

There is a difference between faith and belief. Belief is a state of being convinced of something and faith is the outcome of this belief finding roots and growing into a strong tree.

I found my belief at a comparatively young age. It came when I was tested and the sorrow led me to turn to the only source of comfort I knew, my faith in God. I grew to realize that all the joy and sorrow of this life come from one source only; The love of God.

God, Almighty loves us and tests us to make us turn towards the right path. The path of goodness and kindness. No life lived, has been lived without sorrow of one kind or the other and this is because each trial strengthens us and makes us realize how much we need to be grateful for all that we have.

The fortunate people, who have the insight to look beyond the apparent see the reason for these trials and tribulations and find their faith.

Each and every day, I am grateful for my faith


Written for;Saturday Symphony # 30 -Faith, hosted by Jude



37 years today

On 5th July 1985, I got married. Today it’s been 37 years and I am very blessed to be married to such a gem of a person.

A few days back I was having a comments conversation with a fellow blogger about an ideal relationship/ marriage. We both agreed that ideal has a different definition for everyone.

Perhaps it matches what we expect. Some people look for romance in a relationship while others want security. Some feel the need to be put first while others are happy with a friendly relationship.

As I have mentioned before that mine was an arranged marriage and I had only met my husband once before we got married. I’d say it was a sheer draw of luck or a great blessing from the Almighty that we were married to each other as we complement each other’s personalities.

With my recent surgery, I’ve been given more cause to be grateful for my husband as he has looked after me so well post-surgery. I wake him up in the middle of the night when I am in pain or need something. He is never grumpy or annoyed at having his beauty rest spoiled.

So do I have an ideal marriage?

Yes, I can say that I have. He is loving, kind, generous and caring. In return I too show him same level of love and care.

A happy anniversary to us both!




I feel like going on a strike.

How I miss just getting up to do whatever I liked or to go wherever I wanted.

Now before rising from my bed, I think for a few minutes because the process is tiresome and tiring, first lifting myself on one leg, hopping on it with the help of the walker to just pay a visit to the loo.

But going to strike isn’t an option, it’s the only way to manage before I will hopefully get better enough to resume my daily walks and other activities.

It’s just a little more than 5 weeks to go and I’m hoping that this too shall pass ( quickly, fingers crossed).

Meanwhile, I’m trying to use my time reading and writing blogs.

Teddy bears for Nano ( grandma) to hug because she has pain from my little granddaughter.


Written for Six Sentences Story- Strike, hosted by Denise



Health/ surgery update

Today is day 3.

And I am much better both pain wise and in my ability to hop and jump and go from my bed to the toilet and back. That’s the extent of my mobility.

Yesterday coming home from the hospital took a lot of toll and I was quite tired. The pain on first 2 nights was quite a lot and kept me awake and those around me but this morning, I am feeling much better and the pain has reduced in its intensity too.

I am really grateful for all the prayers and lovely, kind wishes from my blogging family.

Thank you so much my dear friends.



Sunday Poser # 85-Father’s Day Special

Welcome back to another Sunday Poser

This week my question is;

What is the most precious memory of your dad?

Today is Father’s Day.

As I’ve mentioned in my previous posts, my father was a very caring parent who was both a mother and a father to us all. One thing that I always remember is that he would sit by my side at night when I was ill. He would keep an eye on the symptoms and administer medicines when needed. Even in my late thirties when I needed surgery for the removal of my meniscus in my right knee, it was him who stayed with me in the hospital, sleeping on the bench provided by them for attendants while my husband stayed home with our three kids.

He showed me the kindness which is mostly associated with a mother. I could always talk to him regarding my problems and he gave me sage advice. He always believed in me and encouraged me to be the very best version of myself.

May he Rest In Peace.

So please share what is your most cherished memory of your dad or someone who was like a dad to you?

Please share your thoughts in the comments section or you can write your own post and link it to this one so that I can find it.

As usual, thanks of visiting and reading.

I am linking this post to ; WQW- Father’s Day, hosted by Marsha




Gratitude- One liner and espresso moment

At times, our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.” – Albert Schweitzer

Written for Linda’s One Liner Wednesday and Selma’s Espresso moment




My word of the year; Kindness

Being kind doesn’t come naturally to everybody. But kindness shown to anyone is always remembered and appreciated. Last night I was thinking about my family, grandparents, uncles, and aunts. Some of them were very kind and caring towards me when I lost my mother. Others, because it wasn’t inherent in their nature, were aloof. Though I loved the family of both my mom and dad, my gratitude to my paternal family is far greater than that towards my late mother’s family. I’m sure they also loved me and my siblings but there weren’t any overt signs of kindness there. So when I pray for my family, my prayers for those who were kinder are mixed with my heartfelt gratitude too!

I believe that one of our purpose in life is to be kind to whoever we can be. We may know them or not, but being kind doesn’t require any bonds of friendship or blood. Be kind just because you can be.

Kindness begets kindness. Caring for others, even in a small insignificant way can have a magnifying effect on their life and they can in turn initiate a cycle of paying it forward. How wonderful to be that precursor who starts this chain reaction.

Marsha, our host for WQW is traveling this week and is busy. She didn’t post a prompt on Wednesday but I have decided to write a post anyway as this was a topic I wanted to write about. I hope it’s okay.

Written for WQW # 17, Writers choice, hosted by Marsha



A to Z challenge: C for cataract surgery

Personal experiences, incidents and smiles

When I was 54, I needed to see my ophthalmologist ( eye doctor) because I was finding it difficult to see in low light. After a detailed examination, he told me that I have early cataract in both eyes.

From my twenties, I’ve been suffering from an autoimmune disease, anterior uveitis. I get inflammation in the anterior chamber of my eyes which is treated by steroid medication. This caused the lenses to harden and become opaque, prematurely.

In a short duration of two weeks, I underwent cataract in both my eyes. Though I could see the difference after my left eye was operated upon, the difference was amazing when the bandage was removed from my right eye. It was like a powerful bulb had been lit in my world. The clarity and brightness were enhanced 10 times and the best news of all was that my new lenses were compensating for my previous myopia and I could see clearly without my glasses. The glasses I had been wearing for the last 42 years!

This reinforced my approach towards medical issues; If you need it now, don’t wait, don’t postpone it for it will improve the quality of your life.

Have you had cataract surgery done in one or both eyes? How was your experience?



Mothers are unique

“If evolution really works, how come mothers only have two hands.” ~ Milton Berle.

This weekend, partner GC and I give you the challenge word Mother.


When a woman becomes a mother
She is blessed with unique attributes
Her emotional strength outweighs
The challenges that she faces
Like a superhero she can tackle
Every chore and task unflinchingly
It’s hard to put it in mere words
The appreciation and regard I feel
For mothers all over the world
In all times, past and present
It suffices to just say
Mothers are unique, loveliest of God’s creations


Written for;Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Mother, hosted by Sue W and GC