I fell in love with this temple the first time I set eyes on it. Back in 2017 , I had been excited to see yet another Yogini temple, when I visited Puri. The resort I was staying at (and writing for), had arranged for a car and driver to take me around. The driver was happy to take me to most of the places I wanted to go, but when it came to Hirapur, he was appalled. He knew of the temple, but had never been there. It was a tantric temple, one not visited by women, and certainly not women travelling alone. He tried to convince me not to go, but my stubbornness and persistence paid off, and he reluctantly agreed when I told him that if he didn’t take me, I would find another driver who would. All along the way, he kept going on about the sinister things that happened at the temple, the tantric rituals that were performed at night…. An Odisha brahmin who took his religious duties very seriously, to the extent of stopping the car to perform the sandhyavandam when he deemed it time, he...
October is over and November is here. Before I know it, the year will be over! And I am nowhere near catching up with all the posts I have to write. October brought in so much travel, from the unexpected Club Mahindra Bloggers Meet to another unexpected Diwali trip to Sringeri. There is so much I want to write, but the words will take some time to come. Meanwhile, I just realised that the blog has been left alone for too long without a post, so I will be posting some random images from my trips.....
We were on our way to Nainital, when we stopped to take pics of the wonderful view of the hills and valleys. But as we clicked and posed for others, these weeds by the roadside caught my eye.
They are just weeds - unwanted and un-cared for. Yet, they grow profusely wherever they get the chance! If we see them in our garden, we pluck them and throw them off, but look closer and see the innate beauty, the perfect geometrical shapes. Remember drawing flowers with a compass in school? Doesnt this remind you of that? And yet, this is so much more beautiful, for it is small - the diameter would be less than a centimeter - and besides, it is alive!

Are these not called Dandy Lions Anu?
ReplyDeleteI think Dandelions too is the name?
ReplyDeleteSuperb! Like son the mom or is it the other way round. I admire the inquisitiveness.
ReplyDeleteloved the last line: it is indeed alive!! It is beautiful Anu.
ReplyDeleteCan I ask you a favour? The font is fine in the post but really small in the comment form. Could you pl. increase it? Thanks!
No idea, Julia... i wondered if they were dandelions.
ReplyDeletemaybe, Mridula! thinking of adding to the write up with some interesting stuff about dandelions!
ReplyDeleteTHanks! there is a whole lot of inquisitiveness around, both for mom and son!
ReplyDeleteTHanks so much! and thanks for pointing out abt the font.. will increase it!
ReplyDeleteNew way of thinking about these so called unwanted part of our gardens! Doesn't this post apply to our daily lives!!!! Food for thought
ReplyDeleteThanks kanthi!
ReplyDeleteSometimes we need weeds and thorns to appreciate the ones that please the senses, don't we? And sometimes we need to see the neglected for what they are.
ReplyDeleteLovely post, Anu.
Absolutely, Sudha!
ReplyDeleteappreciate your post ,thanks for sharing a nice post
ReplyDelete