Morning Surprise – One Lovely Blog Award!

onelovelyblogGlad for this streak of good luck. So many good things flowing in one after the other and I am not able to contain myself.

Thank you VikToryArch- for making me glad with one more award. I am gratified. You have always been very kind and encouraging. I cannot repay your generousness but can broaden its wings by taking other amazing bloggers in to.

Here goes the rules:

  • You must thank the person who nominated you and include a link to their blog. You must list the rules and display the award.
  • You must add 7 facts about yourself.
  • You must nominate 15 (or more) other bloggers and comment on one of their posts to let them know they have been nominated.

Seven facts about me:

I am a chatter box; a jack of all trades, master of none; strongly believe in Random Act of Kindness; cry more in others’ pain than mine; laughing hysterically is my daily ritual; feel happy seeing a smiling face; express gratitude always.

My nominees:

Thank you and loads of best wishes. Stay happy and motivated! J

Where thoughts die and feelings live….


“Fumbling in the blackest spaces of the intimate emptiness, worries at bay and hopes to stay, she swayed to the melodic rhythm of her soul. Winnowing out pride and embracing love in her stride; croaking beyond the game of shame and blame, she swam the banks of her emotional river. Trampling through and through the murkiest layers of grief and strife she acknowledged her soul dearest. She drenched, drowned and lost herself into the unfathomable profundities of her eternal self. Feeling and freeing limitless, she remained with an innocent fed heart. She rehearsed the “weep of retreat” at the ultimate hark back to her soul. She buried the prosaic rituals of mere living and was adrift on the clear waters of everlasting existence – a pristine pearl in the shell exuding her innate essence. Raising calm in her own presence, she reassembled her fragmentary self. In these unparalled moments of divine silence, she sank in her true self….where thoughts died and feelings lived.”