👨‍👩‍👧‍👦Family Tree🌲

Generation to Generation the customs are followed. From adding up to subtracting a few, traditions are kept in check. Forefathers practiced certain norms that were modified by their successors and the trend kept going. Alas! A shift in the course of events unsettled the basic affiliation that exists between cohorts. The life experiences of the elderly in the comfort of the home, accompanied by the constant perseverance of the middle aged, followed by the innocence of the young, are affected by the drifting of large family into nuclear ones. Lucky have been those who cherished the warm weather of a joint ménage and adored the togetherness of such epoch, which comprise the span of advanced years, majority, and the springtime of life.

SpeckyCaterpillar👓🐛

PC@Bawp_xs

🌻Haldi Ceremony 🌻

 Marigold garlands and yellow colour upto where the eyes catch the vision. Delightful! Draped in 6 yard yellow saree, donned in floral ornaments, the bride is seen captivated by auspiciousness. No wonder...yellow in our custom is associated with health, prosperity, abundance and light. And surrounded by yellow, symbolically represents the strength of Lord Jupiter who aids in sustaining relationships of all kinds. Yet, a culture rich in knowledge and having deep perspective is took into consideration no more. The sacredness of colours is by every generation falling into influences. Where is it gone? Have we lost it's value? Not yet. An awakening is required, perhaps, to get it's root strengthened. Let colours mean more than just "colours". Let colours enlighten the godliness around us. 

SpeckyCaterpillar 👓🐛

PC@Shaadidukaan@capturingemotionsproduction

🏡HOME🏡

 I have a Home. Not a physical home of four walls with windows and a roof, but an "imaginary" home. Trudging along the winding roads, I'm grappled by frustration, a sense of failure, mental chaos, disillusionment, disappointment and a lot more. As I put my tired feet on the walkway, the weariness withers. With each step the baggage of trouble and annoyance loses its grip and as I glance at the doorstep, I feel at peace. Crossing over the doorway I look around and sense the aromatic fragrance of what comprises of a home--love, care, affection, respect. And as I peer over the sill where my baggages lay, I know I can get over them, and in "my Home",I bow with gratitude each day. 

SpeckyCaterpillar👓🐛