Ambal’s Blog – Start Here

Grandpa’s (also referred to as Thatha) stories and teachings:

On Unchaining Yourself and Breaking Free

On Giving your Word

Somebody’s Fruit

The Mindset to Enjoy the Little Things in Life

Seat of Speculation

Remembering Chandra Patti

How would You React to the Wrong Order Delivered?

Culture. Traditions. Immersion. New Beginnings.

On Finding Peace and Strength

On Death & Survival

The VibHuti – The story behind the white streak on my forehead

Live Near a Place of Worship

My Most Memorable Childhood Experiences are with Thatha

The Starfish Story


When I Write

Why do you Write? Part 1 – Paying it Forward

Why do you Write? Part 2 – Finding Meaning

Writing is very Lonely Work

Writing to Heal and Open Up

To risk making a fool of yourself

What can you learn from some of the best writers in history?

Rainbow Stories:

Rainbow Days – On Waiting

Rainbow Days – Meeting the Vet

Rainbow Days – The Dog Ate My Homework

Rainbow Days – Who is walking Who?

Rainbow Days – The Dog Whisperer

Rainbow Days – Smile All Day

Rainbow Days –Unconditional Love

Rainbow Days – A Man is a Dog’s Best Friend?

Rainbow Days – Falling off the Morning Routine Bandwagon


On Flying

Today, I let Wonder Win

Symmetry in Nature – What a Wonder?

Life through a 8 year old’s eyes

The UnReality of Reality – Fascinating Digital Images

Wildy Chasing Wildflowers in Texas Hill Country

Keep Looking for What doesn’t Meet the Eye


5 LIFE Changing Poems YOU Should Read

Let me Lead a Purposeful Life

Remember to Forget

Desiderata – Desired Things

Your children are Not Your Children

Dear Human: You’ve got it all Wrong

Yours is the Earth and Everything That’s in It

A time to be born, and a time to die

On Vanity of Human Toil

Time & Moments:

On Time

On Waiting

Embrace‬ ‪the‬ ‪Metaphysical‬

Look at the Sun Rays

All Kind of Miracles Happen. Don’t they?

Experience Moments, One by One

Warm water of the Atlantic Ocean. Met my feet.

The Mindset to Enjoy the Little Things in Life

I would have bet Bolt hands down!

On What you are seeking and How it is seeking you

Thoughts of a Weary Traveler

On Moments that become Meaningless

Right place at the Right time with the Right person

Nostalgia Reminds us that some Beautiful Moments are Past Us

Moments eventually come to an End

Mad Rush through the Grocery Store Aisles


On Life

When all of Life seems Ablaze

Thoughts of a Weary Traveler

Life through a 8 year old’s eyes

Let me Lead a Purposeful Life

Summer Camp – How to Handle LIFE as it Happens

We are all creatures of our Life Experiences

First Anniversary Celebration of Life

Every Day Life is very Interesting

True Freedom in Life

On Running for the Hills

The Simple Pleasures of Life – Hot Chai

Friends make our Life’s one way Journey Extra Sweet

The Simple Pleasures of Life – Warm Sand

In reality, to live a happy life we need to know and practice very few skills

Isn’t Life about Second Chances?

On walking away from my Chariot

I would have bet Bolt hands down!

Right place at the Right time with the Right person

Happy Navaratri

You can’t see or smell it. But, humor me. Will you?
Just use the power of your imagination and experience that terrific smelling perfume right in the middle of my hand.

We experience life through our 5 senses – smell, sound, sight, touch and taste.

The sense of smell is so powerful and fascinating. Our neurons shape our memories by smells. Don’t take my word for it.

Read this: Understanding How Neurons Shape Memories of Smells

As I was growing up, I was surrounded by the scent of flowers almost everyday.

Appa and Thatha would bring all kind of flowers (malli, jathi malli, thazambu, vada malli and so much more). Amma would tie them in a string to take to temple, adorn the various God’s pictures and idols in the puja room or adorn our hairs. Also, as I passed my temples, there would be flower vendors….strong into huge garlands. The fragrance would be overwhelming.

So, during Golu visits over the weekend, when my friend Jayanthi Krishnan applied some flowery perfume on my hands as part of the Nalangu (adorning)… brain was flooded with so many past memories of the flowers that had passed me by years ago.

India produces such awesome organic natural perfumes that would put the rest of chemical based perfumes to shame.

But, how do I capture the beauty of that perfume, that fragrance, that moment in words?

In utter awe and deep gratitude for all the special people and moments that this Navratri Golu is sending my way.

An Ode to Badam Kheer

What does that look like?

A cup?
A cup filled with some creamy looking liquid?

Well, it is not.
It is a cup full of thoughtfulness.
It is a cup full of yummy badam kheer.

Since I drank some of Raji’s awesome tasting badam kheer in Raji’s Golu last year…I have been waiting for Golu 2016 to arrive.
It did…but, there was a slight problem.

I was out of town at my friend’s daugther’s arangentram when Raji hosted her Golu last weekend.

Appa always told me never to miss anybody’s invite….”No matter what, make it work. Always, show up.”

So, I worked out a time with Raji….who was gracious to allow for me to come take a peek at her Golu during one of the weekday lunch slots.
As I was getting ready to leave, guess what happened?
She pulled up some of her (her mom’s recipe) for badam kheer.
I swear….my heart melted.
She had put away some in the fridge for me.
I was in a rush…, I took the badam kheer in a to go cup and savored it during the ride.

I know Golu hopping sounds crazy. But, year after year, I continue to do it… is my way of remembering the lessons that Appa taught me….”Show up when somebody invites you…no matter what.”

Now, I wait for Raji Parameswaran’s Golu 2017….because that is when I can taste this yummy badam kheer again.

I know….I know…Golu isn’t even over…but I am already beginning to suffer some severe Golu withdrawal symptoms.

Experience Moments, One by One

It just seems like I took Adi to the first school concert ever almost seven years ago.

Tick. Tick. Tick.
I could hear the last few moments of the last middle school concert pass me by.

So, as the clock kept ticking on me yesterday evening, I tried my best not to pay attention to it. I tried to be pensive and soak in the moment.

Because, now, I am finally grown up enough to understand that all the sad and happy moments will pass me by.

How much ever you and I try to capture the beauty of time as it passes by, we can’t.

We can only live it.
We can only experience it.
Moment. By. Moment.

Moments eventually come to an End

Moments that we enjoy and find comfort in eventually come to an end.

Kind of like a good song. It is comes to an end. Well, you might play it in repeat mode for a few days. But, then eventually it ends.

Kind of like time. We want good times to last a lifetime. But, they don’t. They come to an end.

So, I savored every bit of this coffee today….because…
“All good things must come to an end”.

“All good things must come to an end” – quote was penned by Geoffrey Chaucer in his poem Troilus and Criseyde completed in mid-1380s written in the context of the tragic love story of Troilus and Criseyde -The Siege of Troy