• Time flies and as I turn the calendar to June, I realise that half the year will soon come to an end! Today is the middle of the week and the middle of the year.  How many of these moments have whizzed by and how many did we savour, enjoy and cherish? Sharing these thoughts is Esha Mookerjee-Dutta, who blogs at SOUL TALK. She is  one of the many  delightful bloggers I meet on WriteTribe. She  is also an excellent photographer  whose images are as evocative as her words.

    Today , I bring to you her post “Here” and “Now” where she captures  the importance of living in the NOW because time does pass by. 

    ‘Here’ and ‘Now’ 

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    The adage, ‘life unfolds in the present’ has hit me hard! It is one thing to ‘know’ it but quite another to ‘live’ it. Having recently returned from a family vacation, I am only too  aware of this once again. I do practice mindfulness quite often and am aware of how much it helps me. And, yet, I struggle so often to achieve this ‘living in the moment’ thing! Why so? Ask me not. I have no answer.

    This much-awaited five-day trip was one that I had been looking forward to. My sole purpose was to ‘let go’ of the baggage that I have been carrying for a while now. The trip let me think at an unhurried pace; allowing me to sift through my thoughts and making me even more aware of how my thoughts were actually leading me on, carrying me forward. But all I could do was think of the pressing issues that were bothering me; things that I have not been able to get out of my mind recently; in fact, all those things that I had been trying to get away from, were coming to haunt me. I was ruminating about things that I had no control of, and worries that were lurking around in the near future. I worried that my ‘to-do’ list back home was still incomplete and that I had a few tasks scheduled for the next few days which was now impossible to tick off since I was away on holiday. Oh, why couldn’t I just get that list out of my head, I thought!

    The beach was quiet, save for a handful of tourists. Some were lazing around, some ambling along, busy watching others, and some in absolute delight and child-like glee, splashing in the waves, making the most of the moment. A handful of  newly-weds sat glued to each other, smiling and chatting away, when not posing for selfies. Before me was the vast horizon, a phantasmagoria of spectacular hues that changed in quick succession. I was back from a long walk, resting my tired feet and trying to capture the most dramatic sunset on my phone camera. Although miles away from the busy city where I lived, my thoughts were taking me back and forth, as I kept oscillating between tasks, worries and concerns, constantly swaying between yesterday and tomorrow. I could hardly tell when dusk came and enveloped me and the evening was all but lost!

    On my way back to the hotel lobby, where I was due to meet some folks, I was angry with myself for ‘losing’ the moment. I felt defeated. That night all I managed to scribble in my diary was, “Unable to unwind. Tried best.”

    I wondered why I let the moment slip away, squandering my precious evening by the sea with a gorgeous view that I would only dream about, later on. I was suddenly reminded of something that I had read only a few days back. I must admit here that until that moment, I had not taken my thoughts in awareness. I soon realised how I was being controlled by something far beyond my present reality. Why could I not savour the moment? What was getting in the way?

    An expert on Tibetan Buddhism, B. Alan Wallace once said – “We’re living in a world that contributes in a major way to mental fragmentation, disintegration, distraction, decoherence. We’re always doing something, and we allow so little time to practice stillness and calm.”

    Exactly my point. Isn’t it worrying that we’re losing our ability to live in the moment? Or else, why is it that when we’re at work, we dream of being on holiday; on vacation, we tend to worry about tasks piling up at our desks. Our minds harp on the memories of the past or fret about the uncertainties of the future. Our minds, like monkeys, swing constantly from thought to thought, grabbing our present and controlling us.

    In ‘Eat, Pray, Love’, Elizabeth Gilbert writes about a friend who, whenever she sees a beautiful place, exclaims, “It’s so beautiful here! I want to come back here someday!” Gilbert writes, ”It takes all my persuasive powers to try to convince her that she is already here.”

    It didn’t take me long to realise that the most fundamental paradox of mindfulness is that it isn’t a goal; and yet, just as we set goals, it is essential to set the intention of paying attention to what’s happening at the present moment. That’s all there is to savouring the moment and living in the present. Sounds so simple yet demands so much of practice! I don’t know when I drifted off to sleep, reflecting on that day’s happenings. The next morning, I told myself that I was going to savour the rest of the vacation by enjoying the little acts of the moment—watching a sunrise, eating a meal, enjoying a swim, soaking in the bath, drinking a cup of tea, reading a book, strolling on the beach, or capturing fleeting moments of the clouds in the sky. There is so much to gain from those precious seconds. Wouldn’t it be silly to fritter them away?

    To all my readers, I urge you to do this right now. As you read these words, wake up. Become aware of the fact that you’re alive. And breathe. Focus on your breathing and feel the rise and fall of your diaphragm. [ctt title=”Feel this moment. You need not wait for the next moment for something to happen. THIS is the moment. This is it. ” tweet=”Feel this moment. You need not wait for the next moment for something to happen. THIS is the moment. This is it. ” coverup=”x7HAb”]You are where you ought to be!

    Are you one of those who ‘live in the moment’? What has been your most enriching experience while doing so? And, if you, like me, are prone to faltering, how do you cope with it?

                                                          by          Esha blogging @ SOUL TALK 

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    Thank you Esha for those beautiful thoughts. I particularly appreciate the time you took to pen these down considering how busy your days have been.
    Esha, like many bloggers had taken the month off after devoting April to the A to Z Challenge and I missed her regular updates so I am glad indeed that she did this special guest post for me.
    For those who don’t know her do visit her delightful travelogue on the A to Z Challenge this year. Also look out for her weekly photos on #SkywatchFriday.
    I hope you enjoyed this post,
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    The tools of a tailor

    Ripping time

    I’ve always been fond of sewing as far as I can remember and used to love making little garments for my little dollies as a little girl.  In school, needlework was compulsory and as an 8 year old, we had to make a pleated skirt, a smocked nightdress  and I can’t remember the third garment…perhaps it was embroidered table mats? At that time I hated it especially since most of the time all we did was rip what we had done. Our needlework teacher who doubled up as the Gym teacher insisted that the front and back had to be indistinguishable with even stitches, no loose threads and no ugly knots.

    Sewing time

    But all that ripping came in handy when it was time to sew. During University, I joined a tailoring class Kathryn’s at Kemp’s Corner, run by two crusty, old Parsi women who were equally ruthless with untidy work but  at least now I had a sewing machine. Several garments later, I became a fairly competent seamstress and enjoyed stitching ‘home’ clothes for my daughters especially at a sewing class where I met other young mothers.

    However, as the girls developed their own sartorial preferences, I stopped stitching for them and was left to doing the odd seam here and there, a loose button or an undone hem. At best I made my own sari petticoats till I found it cheaper and more convenient to go pret. My sewing machine which I had bought with such enthusiasm still looks at me accusingly and from time to time I got it serviced to assuage my guilt of having abandoned a hobby that had given me such joy.

    Today, it seemed, the time had come for me to stretch my sewing muscle and I cut a ready made garment to size ( I’m too short for the Large but too fat for the Small) and turned it in with a neat hem, revisiting  a hobby that was pure nostalgia.

    Is there a hobby that you miss? 

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    I’m linking this post to #MondayMusings hosted by Corinne  on her inspiring blog , everydaygyaan.com

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                                                               Imagine being kept awake last night because of this!

    There are some nights you don’t sleep because you have too much work to do and you can’t sleep until it’s done. 

    There are some nights you can’t sleep because of the street sounds that disturb you.

    There are some nights you can’t sleep because the bed is uncomfortable ( especially if you are a fairytale princess) .

    There are some nights you don’t sleep because you are excited and anxious. 

    But last night I didn’t sleep because of a gold hooped earring.


    How could this tiny little gold hoop ruin my  sleep last night ?

    It all began when Ms Papaya decided to yank off my earrings along with my specs. I was amazed at the strength of this little girl  … In between wriggling out of her towel and squirming in my arms, she managed to reach out to my ear and pull the ring out. Before it could make the predictable journey to her mouth, I pried it from her grip and congratulated myself for averting a disaster. I put the earring back in my ear and continued with the evening routine of feeding and putting the baby to sleep .

    Getting  ready to nod off myself, I reached out to remove the earrings and was shocked to find one missing ! I quickly jumped out of bed and looked all over the house trying to find it, even checking the dirty diaper bin!

    The whole night I imagined that one of the babies had swallowed it and tried to keep all the horrid possible scenarios from flashing in my mind. I tossed and turned, got up from time to time and checked and re-checked every possible place it could have dropped off – the sofa,underneath the dining table, among the bed clothes. And all this was surreptitiously done for fear of alarming the other adults whose panic levels far surpass mine

    Finally this morning I looked under the dining table for one last time and there in the morning light I found it glinting smugly – happy to have kept me awake all night.

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