Is water enough?


Day-97 Gratitude series

Is water enough?

Water is the essence of our life. About 71 percent of the Earth’s surface is water-covered, and the oceans hold about 96.5 percent of all Earth’s water.

About 60% of the human adult body is water. According to the Journal of Biological Chemistry, the brain and heart are composed of 73% water.

Wonderful statistics. True too.

But how much of you is made up of love?
And harmony?
And Gentleness, kindness, empathy, and laughter?

Watering plants is immensely soothing. And I realize that watering is not enough. They require requisite amounts of sunlight, the right texture of the soil, and manure too from time to time.
I have a special-single-stalk champa plant on my terrace that sprouts a single white-yellow flower each morning, which I lovingly pluck when I go visit her.
The scent of this one flower is so strong that it fills my room with its perfume. But the day that I miss going up in the morning, promptly she does not flower the next morning in protest.

I used to tell myself it is a coincidence that it happens as such.
I experimented many a time and I realized that this plant was one with high self-esteem. Of course, I named her little Ms. Gutsy.
Such is life. You win some. You lose some. Some you healthily let-go. And it is all ok. Life seems to have its own plan for us and when we flow in harmony with life, we are treated with miracles at unexpected turns. I am grateful that I could recognize the miracles strewn on my path.
The welcoming champa flower each morning is my day-start miracle.
When relative acts snootily, I often wonder at their incompetency in running their own life.
Especially when I have realized through experience that they have nothing to be snooty above. All it does is create black snoot that taints your face once you go up or down the chimney of life, as we all must.
It is required to understand that we require a cherished one to wipe the black of our faces, when our hands are snooty, hence cultivating and nourishing relationships becomes a requirement for a rich life.
I detest the word and the sentiment that goes with maintaining relationships. Maintenance contracts are for washing machines and refrigerators.
With people, you nourish and nurture with love, attention and precious time. You read eyes and sense feelings. You create JOY.
Well, I can sense it and I am grateful for it.

Desiderata by Max E.
“Go placidly amid the noise and haste
And remember what there may be in silence
Be yourself
Especially, do not feign affection
Neither be cynical about love
For in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
It is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
Gracefully surrendering the things of youth
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
Be gentle with yourself

You are a child of the Universe
No less than the trees and the stars,
You have a right to be here
And whether or not it is clear to you,
No doubt the universe is unfolding as it should

Therefore be at peace with God
Whatever you conceive Him to be,
And whatever your labours and aspirations
In the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams
It is still a beautiful world
Be cheerful
Strive to be happy”

Be yourself.
Light & Love
©Dr Naznin


It’s a path!

day-96 gratitude series

Day-96 Gratitude series
And there is a path !
Many times life throws us a curveball and we are not sure how to proceed.
We look at the circumstances and see no choice for us.
Or rather the choice does not present itself clearly, or we do not wish to look at the choice.
There is a sense of fear at the thought of something different for ourselves or the alternative is so unpalatable that we assume that what we are doing or the path that we are walking is the Only One.
How does one move then?
The thing to remember is to keep fear at bay. Seek help. There is no shame in seeking guidance.
Does help sound as though you are weak?
It is sensible to do so.
Why walk over pebbles with a torn shoe when you can improve the quality of your walk with a talk to your therapist?
In a situation where we feel desperate, please do not resort to desperate measures. They rarely work, and take you down the hole of nothingness. Seek help. Professional help. Please be aware that each professional will have his or her own energy field.
If you are uncomfortable and do not feel at ease, please look for one that will create more for you.
How will you know?
You will.
Follow your knowing but it is immensely smart to seek guidance and mentoring when you require.
Luckily, the old-thought-processes of stigma are quickly getting outdated and it is smart to have your own therapist.
A family life-coach who is aware of the dynamics within a family is effective too.
I am grateful for this profession of mine. It is absorbing as well as deeply satisfying. I love the connection I have with people.
It is a boon to have the gift to be able to bring about change in a person’s life, change within a family.
After all, it is just a thought pattern that we require to change, isn’t it?
And let’s remember that life is to be plunged into and drunk from
Have a favourite poem that runs alongside your life story. Read it often.
You are not too old and it is not too late.
Feel and let everything happen to you. Just keep going. No feeling is final.
“You see, I want a lot
Maybe I want it all,
The darkness of each endless fall
The shimmering light of each ascent
So many are alive who don’t seem to care
Casual, easy, they move about their world as though untouched.
But I, take pleasure in the faces of those who know that they thirst
I cherish those who grip hard for survival
You are not dead yet, it’s not too late to open your depths by plunging into them and drink life
A life that reveals itself quietly there… Rainer Lourdes
Life is a gift. Don’t waste it.
Life is yours and Bliss is within
Light & Love
©Dr Naznin

Misty-The lighthouse


Day-95 Gratitude series



A lighthouse, houses LIGHT

How wonderful does it get?

There is a romance attached to lighthouses. But then, I seem to find romance attached to most things. This particular lighthouse ought to have a name. I decided to name it Misty-Bro.

One day, I was having a conversation with Misty, and he happened to tell me his woes and lows. Over time, I have realized that people whom I come across, like to share their life stories with me.

I am grateful that for a person of minimal patience, I seem to have endless whilst I am listening.

So, Misty told me that he was made out of strong rocks in the year 1800 by a sensible sailor who used to roam the northern waters. The sailor lovingly made Misty out of rock and iron and painted him a bright red. Over time the red faded and he was repainted the white that we see today.

He told me stories, and the one that fascinated me was the one of the night the Titanic sank. The cries, he says, yet reverberate within his walls. Thanatos the Greek God and his sisters were busy as they are the carriers of the death intent

Misty talked of the immense light-power he held within him that allowed him to navigate ships from afar.

He talked about the dark shadows that befell within his bosom as more powerful a light, deeper the shadow.

We talked about the lone man who stayed with him night after night, filling fuel for him to burn bright.

And he talked about the devotion the lighthouse keeper had for his loved one as he rendered heart touching melodies of love, partings, and sweet reunions with his paramour.

A love so pure, an adoration so worthy, a goal so profound, and the tenderness, divine.

I heard Misty outpour it all.

Misty also told me of his own love for the beautiful, strong silver-blue ship named Czarina.

His love.

She came to port, near him each second month on the night of the gibbous moon. She nestled to him for two nights and sailed to return till next, it was time.

A lighthouse offers light to many seafaring ships and offers hope to millions of lovers.

Misty is a timeless beauty as it has light within itself.

The rocks enhance his beauty as he stands alone and proud.

He has to, to survive and guide ships to glide safely.

There is an aura of mystery that he maintains and he mentioned a few unmentionables bizarre plays with mystical lightning, vehement thunder, and the pregnant clouds.

He was privy to all of these unique mysteries and now so was I.

I yet meet Misty sometimes and have met Czarina too.

She had a full-blown gurgle of laughter and she made sure Misty stayed grounded.

She was one for whom Misty lowered his torch and quaked at her nudge.

What a merry couple and then it was the time when…….

I let them be.

Certain relative secrets are best left to the deep shadows.

To breathe and thrive in a quiet hush.

These stories are not for those amongst us who are ordinary.

But, you are special, are you not?

“When storm clouds form, it’s another rainy day.

The sky grows dark and you have lost your way

Be the lighthouse

A beacon of hope, let your light glow

Never give up, you are stronger than you know

When you discover joy and pleasure in your quests.

The sun shines bright and you are feeling blessed

Become a lighthouse

A beacon of love, let your light soar,

Lead the way, guide others to your shore

When you are weary from traveling life’s rough roads

You need a place to lay your heavy load

Search for a lighthouse

A beacon of peace that shines from above

Surrounding your spirit with happiness and love”…By Sally G.

Life is beautiful and so are you.

Light & Love

©Dr Naznin

Can you see?

can you see 94

Day-94 Gratitude series
Can U see?
This is a recent photo of Kashmir during these times. No tourists.
A man looking out towards the mountains and the river.
The empty boats, bare and worn, waiting to ferry an intangible traveller. The cloth coverings on the boats are faded but unused and clean.
Too much serenity!
What must be going through in the mind of this man?
Maybe, he is calling out to the mountains and talking to the river.
Maybe he is sending out a prayer as I am doing for things to prosper soon for all.
Understanding that we have a new normal for now and the foreseeable future, let us all send out a prayer for health and prosperity to return.
Let the world thrive again, maybe with better morals and integrity, cleanliness and hygiene.
May our polity not use us against one another. There are better ways to win.
May we love and connect easily with each other as we all do seamlessly across borders through our online platforms.
Life is a gift and we have seen that the unseen enemy does not differentiate between the classes, colour, creed, or who we bow our heads too, if at all we do.
Let us not discern either
I am grateful for the immense bounties that keep being showered on me and I am willing to share.
I have love and flying hugs to offer and I again send out a heartfelt prayer for all.
Hey Almighty, turn the tide.
Its time.
Life is indeed beautiful and do we choose our destiny or does our destiny chose us?
Do you have choices and do you take your chances?
Take them. It shall turn out in your favour. Always.
Winds of Destiny by Jo Swan
“Alone I sail across the formidable sea
And navigate the dinghy in search of land-
In the brink of suffering and strife,
I realise I am powerless against nature-
Only heaven can bless me with the breath of life.
In the chaos, I make a personal prayer
And feel my soul submit to a serene state
As I ask the Lord to decide my fate-
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?
And then..
I felt the love of the Lord embrace my spirit
The fears and doubts dissipate –
I realise life should move in a motion
Where love tames the wild weather of life
My spirit renews with vibrant vigour
The sun wakes up from her sleep
The waves gently rock the sailboat
The cloud calms down from her weep.
I feel my spirit soar
Like seagulls roaming across the sky
I finally tasted the joy of God’s grace.
The force of the Wind of Destiny has awakened!
Staring sentimentally at the Sunrise
I feel the fiery breaths of the wind
Blowing my sailboat across the vast ocean.
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?”
I now need to know not….
Life is mine and Bliss is within
Light & Love
Dr Naznin

The cat and the moon

the cat and the moon

Day-93 Gratitude series
The cat and the moon
I am not sure whether I like cats or not. Though the big cats of the jungle, the leopard, the tiger, the panther, and the lion inspire awe.
The majesty of their creation and the ferocity they show. The sheer power which I know is tempered by the laws of nature.
At the end of the day, I sit on my recliner, and a sense of overwhelm sets in.
An overwhelm of gratitude. For everything, for everyone in my life.
The friends who care and send me a message when I disappear into myself, who care to poke me into movement and writing and slightly or strongly tapping my head to set it right again.
These are my friends who I cherish and am grateful for.
Days start and begin and softly end to flow into another
The moon softly shines in reflected glory and what does the cat see perched on his branch?
Maybe a lot and maybe nothing
Sometimes we require to look at things from a different perspective. Maybe the moon is looking at the cat? Or maybe it is not a cat at all…
I look at me.
Are we not made up of 70% water. I cry and cleanse. I flow and let go. Tears make it easy to do so.
I can surely be Fire too. I have burned, adapted and tamed what required to be tamed within me and ignited flames of passion. Carved my own path too.
And am I not Air? I breathe and see. Observe and focus and decide and walk towards what I desire.
And then I remember that I am a daughter of the Earth.
I then ground myself. Gifting with abundance and joy. I build and I heal. And allow others who come to me to heal at their own pace.
I look up at the all-encompassing Universal energy, the unknown, yet deeply felt Spirit. I am this too.
And I bow my head in deep gratitude. I still myself. I listen. I hear clearly. I know. It’s a deep connect.
I fly.
Heart Speak
My heart whispers to my soul, are you there?
Yes, she replies. I am here waiting for you
Come touch me, join me in the depths.
This is where love resides, come and be whole
Yes, I am here. Waiting for you to find the door.
You know, the one you’ve been searching for
Behind this door is the love you seek
Come open it now and take a peek
I open the door and gasp with fright
As in blinded with a pure vibrant light
It’s at that moment when I meet my soul
It’s the love I seek that makes me whole
The perfection is revealed and lays at the core
A life lived richly, truthfully and raw
I embrace my soul and my heart sings its song.
We are one again, we are home, where we belong. (Anon)
Light & Love
©Dr Naznin

Blossoms in red

what is about the TAJ

Day-92 Gratitude series

Blooms in Red

This magnificent floral feast was clicked by me when I was at the Taj-Mumbai, just prior lockdown.
When I entered the main lobby, the aromas were an assault to the senses and I was just wondering where the flowers were when we glided towards the inner lobby and this marvellous arrangement on the center table met me.
Melted me.

To see so many real red flowers and their perfume was nothing short of intoxicating. There was a loveliness to it, not ostentatious at all. Just a lot of vibrant red. Welcoming red.

I have always loved the Taj.

There just is something about the Taj and I am so grateful that I was there then, and maybe soon…again.

I have visited the Taj Mahal-Agra which is undoubtedly an architectural wonder and it celebrates the memory of a love of an Emperor for his Begum.

But the Taj-Mumbai is by the alive, for the alive.
It celebrates not only life but is an epitome of gracious living. Of true hospitality and warmth
There is no flash, just sheen and glimmer, colour and joy, a deliciousness and I am grateful that I have the ability to recognise it.

I also am grateful for my ability to enjoy poetry.
The lyrical notes, the well-spun emotions, the ethos and the pathos and I wish to write elegant poetry someday.

Sharing this poem here…
Annabelle Lee,” by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
The story itself is about the tragic death of a beautiful, loved girl, who died after her “high-born kinsman” separated her from the lover. But here, I, in no way celebrate her tragedy.

It’s a festival of auditory effects, and the delight of a story well told. Ah, I know what it is to be loved with a love that is more than love.
I enjoyed it thoroughly as I hope you do.

“It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived
with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs (angels) of heaven
Laughed loud at her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre (tomb)
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went laughing at her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the laughter in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever (tear away)my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.”

Oh yes! Life is indeed beautiful and so are we.
Life is a poetry with rhythm and verve.
Let’s live it with Grace.
Light & Love
©Dr Naznin

It’s a Pearl !!

its a pearl

Day-91 Gratitude series
It’s a Pearl !!
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
my soul can reach,
When feeling out of sorts
to the ends of my being,
I love thee, Ye Ideal Grace….
I love thee to the level of each day’s
most quiet need, from sun to candle-light.
I love thee freely, as I am free
I love thee purely, as I am pure
I love thee with the passion put to use
of my old grief.
I love thee with my child-like Faith.
I love thee with a love I seem to gain
with my found FAITH.
I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if He chooses,
I shall, but love thee, better after death……”
( compiled from the poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning – 1806-1861}
I walk to thee, head held high
How do I be grateful? Let me count the ways.
That I can love as such, I am grateful
Life is mine and Bliss is within
Light & Love
©Dr Naznin

It’s for the butt

for butts 90


Day-90 Gratitude series
Butt for a reason
There are days and then there are other days.
And all of these days, the superlative, the mediocre, the passive, and the passionate, make our months and our life.
And what a fantastic life we have. Because we choose for it to be so. To feel so. To sense so.
This is a picture of a simple plastic stool, which has borne the weight of my butt, from time to time and I am grateful for it.
It is sturdy and reliable and I use it as a writing table too from time to time.
I have named him “lavender”
Why Lavender, ask some? I say, “Why not?”
Does a stool have to be named something like Durable or Dependable
Why cant we not name it Mr Lavender.
Soft and mystical and violet and soothing.
Labelling anyone is irrelevant, is it not? Why do we label ourselves as strong or weak?
Are the strong not allowed to be weak?
Don’t the weak have their strengths?
Life is flow and we are part particle and part wave. And are we not stupendously amazing? We are humans without borders in these times.
I love dissolving the barriers in my mind and live my freedom.
I fascinate me. Life is so vast and expansive.
I urge you all, go peep into the world. You are ready.
Go, see the world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a wildflower.
I have. Immensely grateful.
Auguries of Innocence
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be beloved by Men
He who, the Ox to wrath has moved ( those that beat their cattle)
Shall never be by Woman loved
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spiders enmity
The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags
Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags
A Truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent
Man was made for Joy & Woe
And when this we rightly know
Thro the World we safely go
Joy & Woe are woven fine
A Clothing for the soul divine
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine
Oh ! To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
I do.
Light & Love
©Dr Naznin

Mr Clever

its hot 89

Day-89 Gratitude series
Mr. Clever
This is my amazing electric kettle named Mr.Clever.
Whether it is or not, I am not sure, but it has me firmly on his side.
I lazily stretch in the morning, peer from under my eyelid at the wall clock, chiming its tune.
Though mine, it has a mind of its own as it is governed by the laws of time and is not at my beck and call.
But the kettle is mine and I trod sleepily to the kitchen, pour some water in it and with a flick of a switch he starts heating up. Quick indeed!
I reach for my red mug and put a spoon of my favorite strong coffee and pour hot water over it. The coffee sizzles and bubbles and the strong aroma fills up my nostrils and my eyes perkily open up. Finally.
You bring meaning to my life Mr Clever.
You bring caffeine to my life
I sense the change in the tune of the clock chiming.
Exasperation to relief.
Is it not wonderful to heat up so quickly with no judgments as to who flicks the switch? To easily harmonize with coffee and water?
Longings and belongings
Choices and charisma
Harmony and intertwining
Mr Clever is clever indeed.
‘’I love you in ways you’ve never been loved,
For reasons you’ve never been told,
For longer than you think you deserved,
And with more than you will ever know existed inside me”
Light & Love
There is something spiritual
about the way, you spill your soul to me.
©Dr Naznin.
Life Coach and Psychotherapist

Will you sail with me?

will you sail with me

Day-88 Gratitude series
Will you sail with me?
Do we all remember the time when we used to make boats and float them on water?
This is not about reminiscing or feeling old so that we reflect on past memories.
This is not about negating the technological advances of the times we live in.
This is about the ability to retain a sense of child-like innocence in all that we do.
It is about sensing wonder in all that we do and say and feel and dream
There was a moment this late afternoon that I had a pang of something that I could not quite put my finger on. A feeling of nothing. A knowing that all is good and yet….the unmentionable quirk.
Looking around, my hand reached out to my book to read and yet didn’t…..
Went to my porch to sit on my old plastic chair in comfort, stretching my legs to wet my feet in the drizzling rain, and I idly picked up the newspaper on my side-table and made boats, setting them in the rainwater, to swim to a shore of their choice.
Seeing those boats float gave me an initial sense of power at having created the boats out of mere paper and setting them on water.
Giving them a chance at rowing on the water, which anyway is their natural habitat.
After I set them down, they took two full circles caught in a tiny whirlpool of time and space and vortex.
Then with a surge of strength, they broke free, stilled for a second, as though to wave me bye, and moved on to unknown shores.
Free and willing to face their storms. They managed to break a gyrate of water, didn’t they?
Extremely effective for paper boats.
I smiled to myself, with a dash of humility.
And gratitude at having realized my minimal efficacy in their being and going.
It is the same with our children. We have responsibilities and yet, each being arrives on earth with its own destiny and knowing.
We assume too much. We feel we know too much.
No person is just one person. We have layers of intervals and experience. We also rarely show all of us to each one.
We are a thousand storms layered with cream and fog.
We all exist in style. A unique style.
I know.
You know.
They know.
We have to create an awareness of majestic proportions.
And yet, it requires no proportion.
Awareness and knowing just are.
Or not.
Life is ours and Bliss is within
Magic and wonder are realities.
Let’s be childlike and kind to ourselves.
And those around us. It is easy to do so.
“When your world moves too fast and you lose yourself in the chaos,
Introduce yourself to each colour of the sunset.
Reacquaint yourself with the earth beneath your feet.
Thank the air that surrounds you with every breath you take.
Find yourself in the appreciation of life” (Chirsty A Martine)
I surely do,
In gratitude
Light & Love
©Dr Naznin
Spiritual Life Coach & Clinical Psychologist