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Every Night In Moondust -Emerald Falls Series -Chapter 4

Tuliptwigs and Ember Moondust, return to their home in Moondust Startwhirl, a part of Emerald Falls. Watching the moonlit night, Tuliptwigs finds solace in the arms of Ember, trying to forget mayhem and chaos. Her wounded emotions of having lost and found Ember in the quagmire of Red Whirl still give jitters to her soul. She does not want to lose Ember ever. The next day, during the beautiful dawn, Tuliptwigs finds a key on her ornate table, next to the window. It is from Stella Honey leaf, sister of Ember. She loves Tuliptwigs and lives with mermaids in an archipelago nearby.

As Tuliptwigs goes about her day, the magical mirror in her bedroom shows her a blurred vision of Red Whirl, like something was missing. After having a careful look into the mirror, Tuliptwigs  sees a pair of socks that belong to Ember. They have shimmering stars and moon-dust that turned the quagmire into a meadow. Ember had forgotten to take them back. Tuliptwigs is scared if Faun will find a way back to Emerald Falls using Embers sock and its fragrance. It has essence of snapdragons that Tuliptwigs does not want Faun to get a hang on.

She is worried, but does not tell anything to Ember. He returns home in the evening after all days work at the Emerald Falls. As they are talking, Tuliptwigs hears the tune Faun used to often play on his piano. Horrified, she runs to the windows, watching birds falls, the sky turn orange and then red. She tells about it to Ember and they run to the meadows to watch the flowers turn brown, and the water drying up from the waterfalls. All the emeralds are turning in hot burning coals.

They have to take an immediate step before everything turns into a gothic land just like the one in the Red Whirl. They go to their backyard and then into the winery. In the barrels, are magical grapefruits in smooth purple, glimmering with a beautiful scent. They pick bottles of the magical wine and go to the meadows, it is dusk already, and the sun is setting. They sprinkle the wine in the meadows and save it from turning brown. Tuliptwigs is worried about Embers life as she stars seeing his hair turn pale, like it is losing its vitality.

She makes a potion from snapdragons and applies to the eyes and forehead of Ember to make him invisible to Faun. The next day, they use the magical purple wine and sprinkle it on the hot coals, they turn to Pink tourmaline. Ember is unsure what it means to the land of Emeralds. Strange birds start coming into the meadows. He is unsure from which land they belong, they sing a song with words from a different world. They are giving a message to Ember. He senses imminent danger.

Elysians, the habitats of Emerald Falls go to the meadows with potions from the winery to enliven the magical flowers and plants. They sing and dance for crystal rains that bring along with them magical light that clears the brown debris and creates a new soil. The strange birds infest his home and make it difficult for him to find the moondust. They are after the moondust, which is the essence of Emerald Falls, that keeps it alive and magical.

Tuliptwigs removes a stand of her hair and sets it to fire to scare off the strange birds. Ember and Tuliptwigs now have to save the land with all the beauty in their soul and music of the land. As Ember starts composing the tune of resurruction, it starts to decipher the true shape of the strange birds. They turn to flying reptiles blazing fires. They are unable to cross Emerald Falls and turn to Pink tourmalines. The next day, Elysians collect all the pink tourmaline and give it a sacred goodbye as to not offened the fire blazing snakes.

They go back to Red Whirl. Ember is happy that they can now live happily ever after in Moondust. In the sweetness of having found each other, Tuliptwigs is finally at peace thinking all of Fauns smoke is gone and she never has to think about him again. Days go by singing, making potions, nurturing the Elysians, but there is a vacuum in the heart of Tuliptwigs. She misses home in Lakewoodshire. She remembers Misha and her two brothers, wondering if they even remember her. All her emotions and fears are put to rest with Ember by her side, loving her endlessly, soothing her scars with his unconditional love.

And one day, as she is in the meadows, feeding the birds with pink and purple flumes, she hears the tune of Faun…as she is alone in the meadows with not an Elysian in the sight. Where is Ember? Will she be able to go back to Moondust by dusk?


Finding Happiness In Quarantine Time

Life hit a pause button across the globe to let us realise the value of minimalism. There’s happiness to be with your loved ones. When the world is compelled to work from home, it has created a joy, a reason to bond finding no excuses as you work from home.

Staying away from office politics, working in peace can only increase productivity, making corporates restructure their work culture. Less traffic, better environment, and meaningful bonds.

We have found happiness in caring and conserving resources. A primitive lifestyle in urban times lets you use resources, technology, information, and valuables with caution.

There is harmony when your mind is adjusted to a healthy lifestyle; people of all ages have less to complain about. We as a human race are looking forward to spirituality.

Time you spend with your kids is priceless. Conversations, laughter, and bonds only get stronger when you are privileged to have all time in your life to talk and spend time with them.

Those living with parents have a chance to make them feel loved in their old age. Conversations from children is priceless for older parents. Happiness comes in these moments that create indelible memories and joy people carry forward to each day.

Those living alone have a gamut of things to do and enjoy the freedom, reflect in solitude, and make the best use of this phase to stay fit, unperturbed.

Life is not easy, especially, for daily wagers. Happiness is doing your bit and paying it forward in whatever way you can to let others go by. There is more happiness in giving and letting people find joy in their day to day lives.

There is no secret to happiness, no deep philosophy. Good feelings beget good thinking. When we understand the burden of excess we have been carrying is leading to nowhere, we can rollback to minimalism and be more giving.

Did you ever think that sunrise could be so beautiful and the night sky clear with twinkling stars. Days of yonder in adulthood keep our spirits upbeat letting us connect with our souls and feed it with meaningful moments.

Taking a morning walk is still a joy because you now breathe better quality of air. Amidst all the chaos, we had the chance to find love for ourselves and those who bring meaning to us sharing joy, compassion, and paying it forward.

This blend of primitive meets urban is a new beginning in our thoughts and actions. We are in a phase that is making us think and question the purpose of our existence lost in the bygone of excess.

Availability is a valuable commodity; availablity of resources, loved ones, the time we use, and not a thing we overlook anymore. We have learned the happiness of conservation. In this available time, life is giving us a chance to foster beautiful emotions and finding happiness in every moment we can.

Celtic Fantasy And Rock

Don’t you just love the dreamy music that takes your soul to the other worlds and realms? A place where there is no scope for impurity or negative emotions? A place full of love, compassion, and limitless euphoria. I have always explored music lifelong and this has been one of my favorite genres.

Celebrate the spirit of dream music with Celtic fantasy that makes you fall in love with fairy tale romance and love stories. A music genre that wants you to believe in the knight in the shining Armour who comes to rescue you from all the bad and evil.

Have you ever explored your emotions enough to want for deep love that is willing to battle anything and be with the one and only who can love you through the beauty and the chaos?

Your Grandparents are The Best People That Happen to You

I Love My Grandparents. They are no more. But, those memories of happiness are forever. They teach you fundas of life with a blend of love, and minus the dose of strict self righteousness that is patented to parentology. My maternal grandmother was avant garde. Ahead of her times. She knew flawless English. She loved cricket and Sachin Tendulkar. Highly artistic, she made jewelry, the famous halva ke dagine(worn in Maharastrian Weddings). She read the newspaper and could hold intellectual discussions. Neverthless her taste in selection of colors, clothes, and saris, simply outstanding! What a woman I have always been proud off. She was a highly creative and a talented person. A very patient, enduring, sweet, and a compassionate person, whom I simply can’t stop loving. Nobody could make rotis and the famous ‘Maharastrian Varan’ like she could. My maternal grandfather was a noble man. Simple, sweet, hard working, would never say a word to hurt anyone. They are the best examples and ideals in my life. I don’t need a Richard Brandson or any hot shot’s biography to imbue.

I have had the privilege of experiencing the love and company of my great grandparents too. They were happy, cheerful, dynamic, avant garde people, who exemplified the finer things in life. My great grand mother was an epitome of kindness, compassion, and goodness. Her values about life is something we cannot find in books or parchments. My great grand father was a humorous man. His timing of wit and enthusiasm for life and everything new is hard to find in people of today. They showcased the lives of people who have been through real struggles and honored them through their trust and organization, Vypari Foundation. Educationists true to the core, who define the very definition of ‘Guru’ in its truest sense.

The ideals and principles my grandparents lived by are enough for me to follow for the rest of my life. My paternal grandmother was a dynamic, strict, and highly organized woman. Her sense of understanding relations and life is on par with what you wouldn’t even find in ‘The Secret.’ It’s hard to find people like them in this life, you know. The values they lived by, the gumption they had were so urban, it would put a modern man to shame. She was always up for learning something new. I have such deep admiration for them all, they have left indelible imprints in my subconscious. My paternal grandfather had a great sense of humor, was disciplinarian, sweet, hard working, religious man.

When I look back at these memories, and see the way they lived their lives, facing bitter and bigger challenges, our lives look less challenging and simpler; it works like an epiphany. I love them all, through to the core. Grandparents are special! They are like your guardian angels. Those are the kind of people so full of love and kindness. All of your mischief and rebel is accepted with warmth only to condition you into a better human being.

Science Makes You Stoical and Art makes You Crazy?

Science and artistic fields may seem like oil and water. A balanced left and a right brain can dwell well in both. Steve Jobs is one of the offbeat, extraordinary examples of the left-right brain mix. A shrewd hippie, with a mind for tech, and a taste for aesthetics. Science demands logic. Creativity dwells on the magic you create with your imagination. People who choose science lead practical lives looking like an extension of humanoids. Doesn’t working with logic consistently make you impassive? But, we are human, aren’t we? We live for emotions. Those emotions reflect through family, friends, and people you love.

I think how practical can love get for these folks? They might simply work on parameters and checklists, isn’t it? when it comes to relations. The irony is, these are the kind of people who have stable relations and marriages, compared to the creative souls. Somewhere, deep down, when the practical mind is thinking well, realistically, it makes the other person’s life easy. Isn’t it? We, creative folks, live so deeply, intoxicating our minds with intensity, we give it a crown of madness and chaos, and call it free living. Doesn’t that completely defy the very meaning of free living?

Come to think of, creativity lies in science too. Music and art are made in numbers, format, and structure. Isn’t this the practical side of creativity? When designing smartphones, gadgets, the aesthetics are looked into. Now that, most certainly is the look and feel of a gizmo created with art in mind. So, what’s the facade about? What’s with the snobbery of science? We artists really have to learn to behave ourselves, and not be so open and expressive, expressing ourselves individualistically. But, that takes away the whole point of being a creative person. ‘Expressionism,’ the art of articulating yourself without the stain of pretense. Aren’t there more junkies in artistic fields, and it seems to be the norm? But, doesn’t art require balance too?

Madness and unruliness is not an excuse to be artistic. Likewise, being restrictive and reticent is not synonymous to science. Pragmatism is a feeling too, as long as it does not go to the extremes. It then becomes programmed and manufactured emotion, in its extremes. Sometimes, I feel, why these folks can’t feel so deeply. Because, when practical living seeps in, there is that uncompromising, self righteous, rigidity; and art is about flexibility. This goes to say, you can’t get into science without having a utility based thinking. You can’t get into art without being outrageous sometimes, you are allowed to be vile and offensive, if only there is a deep gumption that turfs out the vile and the sickening roots of conventional wisdom.