Who Kicked Me To Travel All Alone?

“Some journeys can be only travelled alone”

Kein Poirot

I realized, I love her, all of a sudden it gave me shivers. Before that I never felt this for her. I analysed her deeply this time. She was a beautiful soul with little scars on her heart. She was all I ever wanted and ever imagined. Her wavy hairs were dripping down with mountain rain and her eyes were shimmery with the view of lavish green landscape. She was collecting flowers when I saw her like this. She used to collect flowers from every place, she goes. When asked, she would grin and say, “This is the only beautiful and inexpensive thing I can afford to gift myself”.

All this years, I wondered about life; generalizing it in gigantic things .However, one fine day she happened to me and my mind changed it all! I started liking small things. Yes, all small things from balloons to tents, eclairs to bicycles and most importantly atoms. I was me; first time. All loud with deep breaths. I was swirling and singling to my strains. She changed it all. I could hear those jingle bells and guitar rhymes, blowing in the heliotrope sky. She made me alive.

She made me cognise; how important the person in your reflection is. How you can make wonders if you fall in love with the girl in the mirror. How she can make you blush by her actions in the middle of an arid day. They said, particularly said, ‘You will bend and adjust’, ‘You will bend and adjust the day you fall in love with her’. And, there I was, all rough and smooth, toiling to her, saying, “I wanna live with you, I wanna brush my soul against you, I wanna jump puddles with you, I wanna crush and I wanna trust, I wanna dance and I wanna climb, I wanna roar and I wanna smile. But all I wanna do is; do with you”.

Saying this to her, I stood up, strangled the old me and called the ghost cops to complain about her. She killed my dreams, she demeaned me of my abilities. She obstructed me to the heaven gate. She told me constantly and loudly, “You can’t “. I died each day, just by the thought I was not enough. And then, I met the new me on the hills, which showed me my way to the peak, screaming loud and loud and loud, “Oh baby, you can”. You can do wonders. You can cross the puddles alone. You are the fire in the water that no one can flout.

And this is the way; I met myself

All me.

Totally me.

Happy and sound me.

Love yourself first and everything else falls into line.”

The day I realized, I was the one who can change my own life, it changed everything.

Like everyone, I was scared. I freaked out every second. Sometimes twice and often thrice on my first solo trip. But, I handled. Everyone handles, You will handle too.

When you are alone, you are your own bodyguard. Your own boss. Your instincts and gut feeling will notify you in every step when you are about to do something wrong. Listen to it. You will be saved. Hell saved.

Like me, you are good to go!

Make sure, you never turn a blind eye to your sparkle!

And, you are all there, sipping your brew in the nature bed.

If you have such stories in your life, do share with me at Readywithriya@gmail.com


Jugaad is the only word which homes in the back of your mind subconsciously and lingers in front of your eyes whenever you demand it like a gin.

And as Indians, we are so attached to it as soon as we are out of the womb. (Seems a little exaggerated in the front but when observed closely, the very word ‘Jugaad’ itself has an exaggerated form for us in multiple ways, making us wonder how insanely we are into it.)

(Ignore the technicalities, I’m not a video editor that can edit the video at 1 am with the sweet lime skills. I was just in mood and excited. So yeah. Get that sharpen) (Also, kidding, can sue me for this:p)



Day by day I’m getting more curious on the plantation techniques and the idea behind having it all around.

In this present experiment, I tried to use some fresh kitchen waste gathered this morning and 5-6 months old mud preserved during Ganpati visarjan.

This time we brought Ganpati idol made out of organic mud and the same would melt within 24 hours in our own house and this way not pollute the nearby ponds.

Therefore, mixed the two up to grow the Fenugreek seedlings.

The reason behind using Fenugreek for this experiment is that they can grow in any circumstances and within any mixture. It doesn’t require proper fertilizers and other auxiliary care.

Things used:

  1. Waste box
  2. Leftover mud used for idol making
  3. Kitchen waste
  4. Raw sand
  5. Tissue paper
  6. Fenugreek seeds
  7. Water. Water. Water

Keep the above mentioned things handy before you start.

Here, are some declarations:

  1. Use more water when the mud is in rock form. It usually requires more water to melt.
  2. Do not pour the sand mixture in one go. Take small portions of it and keep sprinkling the water on it till the end.
  3. Most of the times the tissue paper process is done in the first interval of plantation and after few days the seeds are soaked in the fertilizer. But you can skip this step and directly use the tissue paper on the fertilizer and the results would be same. It would just require 2-3 more days than usual but the results would be good.
  4. Have a big smile while doing this process and you will get a happy plant out of it. This is must.
  5. Be consistent in watering the plant and you are good to go.

If you have tips to make this process better, do let me know. I would love to follow the hacks.


I Love You To The Moon And Back…

“He is following me, mom”

These were my exact words to my mom, when I would look up to the moon and he would be following us; me, mom and dad, riding happily on our scooter back.

I was a kid and all it took me a glance of the moon to eat up my food as fast as possible or give away that dear gifts from my hand, just to protect it in a way that the moon does not snatch it from me.

That time, for me, he was a substance of something that would take away or say snatch away that tiny happiness from my palms and I wouldn’t be able to do a thing, just because of being on the Earth and he being too far in the sky. I had a conception that he can fly back to his place immediately if I try to catch him. Silly but yes, as a kid I did believe that.

Those were the days of my childhood when I wanted him so away from me and here are the days of my adulthood where every night I feel to just stare at him and talk about all the things I did in the shadow of the sun, the entire day.

And you know what, I was a bit surprised in the beginning that is the same moon that listens to me now, in the form of my entire day’s schedule and my gossips, which once, I thought he would never even consider my words.

May be I was a little too small to understand him and now I’m a little too adult to not understand him.

Now, I have had my moments with him and I and he, both knows, that I would always turn back to him in the night and would never go back without a word of seldom.

There where my interest lies and I will always be a moon child thereupon. I will always walk to and fro, with all my tales and worries, woven right to the threads of trust, because you know what? I know he will keep it safe and steady, more than anyone and everyone in the paradise.

He is blessing and I’m his blessed child, growing day by day, with a lesson from him about how he is always there, around and around on the top and just hides behind a more powerful object, only to come back even brighter and romantic the next night.

He gives me hope and he gives me tide, so as to, he will always know, he will be mine 🖤

The Orange Of My Eye

I wasn’t too much into plants and the process behind how they come to existence. However, somehow my brother and sister-in-law shifted back to Ahmedabad and they brought with them pots of different size and shapes, all fused with grown seeds of different lengths. The way through the balcony falls from my room but I never bothered to go and water them even once a month.

And this was all noticed purely by my family members and especially my sister-in-law who is just in love with her plants and feed her babies on daily basis. One day, while she was ploughing some new seeds and by god’s grace I entered the place. As always I wasn’t much interested but we talked about them for few minutes and there where she told me how they crave us to talk to them and they crave me more as I share the same room with them. So, she advised me to just say random ‘Good morning’ to them when I wake up and see how beautifully they nurture.

Therefore , I started this practice and it hardly lasted for two to three days, not even a fortnight. And those who knows me well, knows this would have surely happened. So, this is how I was introduced to the beauty of plants sometime back by my sister in law.

Later, my interest didn’t grew 10x but stopped at 2x when I visited ‘Satvik’ festival with my parents and I was introduced to seed pens and seed pencils by ‘Farmsindia’. And trust me, the girl standing there was so perfect in her marketing speech that she convinced me to purchase 5 such pens on the very same spot. I still didn’t pay much attention to the process until I started to read more and more about sustainability and it’s need to adopt in our surroundings.

And when you start to believe something, you start to adopt it by yourself and try to infuse in your daily schedule. I started using eco-friendly materials as much as possible and then there was these seed pens accompanying me at all places, wherever I step, tip and toe.

While I was slowly getting used to thus new concept and altering my habits, in no time, it was the month of Ganesha festival in India and I was sure he would be present at my home this year too.

So, for that too, my sister-in-law and brother decided for an eco-friendly idol as well as decided to not sulk the idol into the river, but instead do all the process in the house and keep the mud to use for important purposes.

We planted the waste of flowers and some seeds along with the waste mud at my aunt’s place as she had some extra space in her garden. We didn’t look back but we knew she would take the best of the care of it; possible.

Here, today, I’m at her place and this little floret is what I see in front of my eyes. At first, I couldn’t believe that this came into existence through the same waste but then soon I recovered and got into senses, just to fall again; but this time, deeply in love with her.

I have seen this flower a hundred and a million times before but never have I ever admired it so much and for so long. May be more than she is little, she is the efforts of love, care and waste.

I know this won’t make much of a difference in anyone’s life, but for me, it has really does and I know she will stay immortal in my life.

Happiness is sometimes just a little effort and a little bunch of florets. Try to find it as often as possible.

Big thanks to my brother (Nihar Dave) and Sister-in-law (Namrata Pandya Dave) for introducing me to them. The tribute to this satisfaction and happiness goes to them. Love you both.

If you have ever experienced such joys in your life, you can share with me at readywithriya@gmail.com


She: What are you murmuring?

Me: Humumnum Ummn Hmm

She: Hey, you! I asked about those sounds.

Me: Oh! Those sounds. They are my evening ‘Hmms’.

She: Evening ‘Hmms’?

Me: Yup.

She: What do they include?

Me: The crush of my entire day.

She: You mean humans?

Me: Well, not just them.

She: Who else?

Me: Hoomans, they say. .

She: Ow

Me: For the one, whom I can sing too loud and too soft, and they can be my wish all sapphire.

She: Can you recite it again? I would note.

Me: Well sure. Let me get into the rhythm.

The dusk turned six;
The heart turned 11:11

She: Singing the tunes with a happy heart

Me: No petite doubt.

She: Well. You dance it up.

Me: I know, right.

“The dusk turned six;
The heart turned 11:11″


My neighbour’s daughter was playing with my mom and here she made her a glass of mix fruit juice.

This made me think how badly I want to go back to those wonderful days where I used to make the same things for her, once upon a time.


What’s with you and flowers?

Me: What’s with me and flowers?

He: You just light up and keeps pondering on them.

Me: Yeah. So.

He: So, just to let you know, you give them more attention then me.

Me: Burning out.

He: Probably.

Me: Okay.

He: Okay. Don’t pay heed.

Me: You know Ralph.

He: Who’s he now!!

Me: Literature illiterate.

He: Oh sure would be some random speaking quotes.

Me: Stamp paper illiterate.

He: What’s with him now?

Me: He says..

He: What? To shift your attention?

Me: Uff! Yeah.

He: Okay speak. No interruption.

Me: Let it be. You are already burned out.

He: Say. I’ll understand in short.

Me: Okay.

Ralph Waldo Emerson says – “The earth laughs in flowers”.

How accurate and concise he may be while quoting this. How with he understood the secrets behind happiness. Why does it take us humans long enough to understand the little joys? What interupts our cells? Also, why does some humans don’t respond and just stare?

He: Because they link to listen to world’s deepest theories.

Me: Well yeah, right.

(*giggles hard)