Parwatisingari's Weblog

Category: diva di’vine

  • failure in communication

    Who am I in this relationship? Who am I in this conversation? Suraj from Landmark graduates goa invited me on call this is what got from it. The reaction time to any statement is very quick.  We tend to react make the other person wrong, sometimes dominate. Being aware in a conversation as to who…

  • Bombay smell!

    Smelly to smiley.– www.facebook.com/AmbiPurIndia “Bombay smell” my 2 ½ yr. Old daughter had declared. We were amused then. We were amused again, when she declared it as we entered a flat that was shut for about a year. The smell was stagnant water and rotting sewer. but then I realized the there were no good…

  • clock of fragrance.

    This was a very strange place for this smell. Not one expected at a three star hotels. The smell of a rice  granary. Most of the traditional houses along the west coast had this “agrashala” or store room. The smell of the days of long stretches of holidays that suddenly galloped to a finish. The…

  • soft and warm sandalwood.

    The other day I visited an aromatherapy centre, the healer had a vial of sandalwood oil. The soft warm woody and balsamic fragrance. Yet it is a standalone fragrance. It evokes mixed responses. A pleasant one as it reminds me of two important people in my life, my grandmother and my father. Remember the hitopadesha…

  • The Whiff of lost friend.

    My closest friends are books, in the human world it used to be Anupa. Jarod Kintz wrote,”flowers and fear are a lot alike, for one flowers and fear have a distinct smell, and two I’m currently trying to grow both in my garden.” Anupa my friend and I sat on the rocks of Manipal, they…

  • RIP–The Telegraph

    http://www.ndtv.com/article/india/telegram-stop-end-stop-392148 “Taar,” the moustached man  called out. Wearing an ill-fitting brown pant, and a shirt a cross bag and a brown cap a left over from the british civil services.  He was a must in every hindi movie. It created melodrama, the twist in the tale, sometimes even the key knowledge. I   remember as a…