Musings of Vayuputrii💫

Kuzuzangpola

Kuzuzangpola, we say to the mountains,
as dawn settles softly across Bhutan’s skies.
Thimphu wakes with prayer flags swaying,
and strangers gift warm smiles- rare elsewhere;
yet natural here, like blessings in disguise.

Together we walk toward Dordemna Temple,
its calm embracing us the moment we arrive.
In its stillness we feel the kindness of monks-
helpful, humble, content, truly happy;
reminding us what it means to simply live.

In Punakha, beauty opens like a gentle prayer,
where the Puna Tsang Chhu glides in quiet grace;
here the Mo Chhu and Po Chhu join hands,
their confluence a symbol of harmony;
mirroring the generous hearts we meet in this place.

Then Paro welcomes us with timeless charm,
its fields glowing under the afternoon sun.
Above them stands Taktsang- Tiger’s Nest,
clinging to cliffs with fearless devotion;
a reminder that faith makes the impossible done.

O Bhutan, your landscapes soothe,
your people uplift, your spirit calls.
And as dusk gathers around your sacred peaks,
we bow to your beauty and whisper; Kadrincheyla.

@Vayuputrii

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P.S. Grateful for a 5 day trip to Bhutan from 1st to 5th December 2025 and it’s an experience that will stay till we’ll stay. The water, the air, the red rice, datshi, the songs everything is in our DNA now. Grateful 🙏

Tags Bhutantourism, Paro, Punakha, Thimphu

blog Food poem

Vitamin P

Oh, the joy, the sheer delight,
A little crisp sphere, a golden bite.
But not just any—this one’s divine,
Laxman Nath Yogi’s special design.

First, a sprinkle, fresh and bright,
Coriander, onion—oh, what a sight!
Then comes the ragda, steaming and bold,
A hug of warmth in a shell of gold.

Teekha pani, a fiery thrill,
Meetha pani, a sweet refill.
Together they dance, a flavor spree,
Creating pure bliss—Vitamin P!

Punjab calls them gol gappe, it’s true,
But never like this, so wholesome, so new!
A potion of spice, of warmth, of grace,
A burst of joy, an embrace to taste.

I wish I could pack this magic, this art,
Send it with love, from my very heart.
For those unaware, oh, what a fate—
Suffering hunger they cannot state!

So here’s to the Puris, crisp and round,
A symphony of flavors, truly profound.
One little bite, and you shall see—
The healing power of Vitamin P!

©️Vayuputrii

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PS: I could have called it Vitamin G, but this profound supplement I happened to find at Pune where this is known as Pani Puri, so Vitamin P 😁.

PPS: Ragda is a light stew of rehydrated dried white peas cooked with spices.

Tags golgappe, pani puri, pune

blogging

Sunflower in handbag

She keeps sunflower in her handbag

There’s no one stopping her to be.

She is managing the universe

Inside and outside

Day and night

Everyday

It’s she.

©️Vayuputrii

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Tags art, poetry

blogging love words

Sep 26, 2023

I ll buy a rose for you

Wait I have change!

No that will defeat the purpose

Bhaiya ye Rose dena

Hey its for you

Thankyou (smileSuperBig)

Bhaiya will you click a picture

Smiles, rose, rain,

Dripping hair, clothes,

Lights, sounds, night,

And click click

Here’s a S(e)pecial 26th.

©️Vayuputrii

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Tags blog, blogger

blog blogger blogging writer

What’s in a no surname!

There are so many worries and tensions in this VUCA world, but you won’t imagine that there can exist a problem because of no surname.

This is a story of a girl born in a small city. She had many friends since childhood. Her friends used to come home and her dad would ask what were their castes, from where did they belong! And that’s it. No information like how good a friend they are, what all we do in school.

The same questions persisted for her siblings’ friends too. She got fed up of this caste thing and hated it so much, quite young.

In class 8, she was filling the examination form, and her class teacher asked if she will write her first name only or with surname. She chose the first name only. In North India, people exist with first names also. And thus, her official name was just a single first name.

First issue she faced was while making the passport. And it can not be called an issue as they deal with such single named people and they put the same first name in the surname also. So you become abc abc in the passport.

Then the next issue happened while writing research papers. Some journals mandatorily ask for the surname. You can not proceed with a blank.

The most irritating problem was when she moved to another state. State of Maharashtra to be precise. Here, after listening to her name abc, they ask abc what? They have made their official systems stubborn for two or three names. They do not acknowledge and accept that some people are happily existing with the first name only, in other parts of the world. .

The rigidity of any kind is so so repulsive. And she sometimes feel that her idea of not having a surname, has been useless.

This world really wants to judge you first, on merely listening to your name.

©️Vayuputrii

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P. S. SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT MORE IS IN STORE FOR HER, LETS WAIT N WATCH.

Tags problems of having no surname, weird issues

blog blogger poem poetry

What’s in a name!

How I loved you since the first time

I held you and smelt you

Don’t even remember the date and place

But you entrenched my heart n soul.

Didn’t know your name or natives

But everywhere I searched for you

And you had been there at all significant places

I don’t know how!!

Quite later a dear friend mentioned, your place is called the temple tree

And I was wondering how beautiful will your name be

I found your English name and it was kind of regular

Yes frangipani, it didn’t exude love for that matter!

Years later I am at a place where you are so popular

Fragrant n beautiful, just the same

Folks here call you by sweet two syllables

And i kind of love that Chafa is thy name!!

©️ Vayuputrii

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Tags #savesoil, chafa, frangipani, love

blogger Food travel

Nine local foods not to be missed at Varanasi 🇮🇳

Post author By Vayuputrii
Post date February 15, 2023
No Comments on Nine local foods not to be missed at Varanasi 🇮🇳

Tags benaras, kashi, local food, street food, streets of kashi, varanasi

blog photography travel

Kashi

Some random bells, sitar, tabla

Conch and chants and trumpet’s sounds

Coming from far, not visible to eyes but ears!

Flowing with the breeze over Ganges

There are tobacco, cigarette smells

And in a jiffy, roses come to your rescue!

There is constant insisting and persisting

With the bgm of the waves, birds and dogs

You see non stop chatters and a few silent monks!

Painters, musicians, singers hustling around

The ash clad saadhus, who are not looking for money

And people who make noise with their coins!

The old temples, with exquisite looks

Leaves you stunned and spell bound

The humans though, may disappoint!

Anyway, it’s not between you and them

So move on and drink on that mysticism

You have no answers and maybe no questions eventually!

Each street, each symbol, every four steps

Puts you in an awe, of the past times

And of the incredible devotion!

The river enriching the lives and the death too

The city as beautiful as history

Will stay forever in you!

River Ganga in front of Kashi Vishwanath Temple

Carvings on the outside of an ancient temple

Carvings on the outside of an ancient temple. How beautiful!

Tilted temple at Manikarnika ghat-Ratneshwar Mahadev Temple

At a (one of thousands) small temple, in some unknown street

Sunset. Local kids fly kites on the ghats

Shiva everywhere here, on the walls, inside walls, under the trees, everywhere.

Old, beautiful painting on the water tank

Boat ride pe chalenge? Aaiye le chlte hain.

Wall painting of some amazing saadhu by some amazing artist

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P.S. If there are any questions, I can help as much as i know.

Tags benaras, kashi, mysticism, varanasi

blogging

Chai n masala chai

Quite same but bit different

Like the chai n the masala chai

The masale bhath n the pulav

The poudi n the chapati

The varan bhath n daal chawal

The karanji n gujhia

The farsan n the namkeen,

You my love, besides the differences

Have been kind, to accept all

The good n the bad

The white n black

The savoury n the stinky

The wise n the silly

The bold n the vulnerable

The beautiful n the ugliest

Of the girl you take as your wife.

How lucky I got

There’s not much strife

Coz you are wise

And my heart is rife

With the love of my life.

♾Vayuputrii

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Tags happy birthday, love

short story writer

Eloping- a story

Tickets got booked and they both were going to her mom’s place. She was happy and was anticipating some break. She packed her bagpack. She went light and came back heavier usually.

She was counting days and the day arrived. They were going for a week. Her to do list was ready. She has to shift the winter clothes with summer clothes, she has to clean the refrigerator, has to do some bank related work, buy a nice gift for her friend and has to meet her too. She imagines herself talking endlessly with her mom every now and then.

She was a bit sceptical about how her husband will like the stay at her house. He told many times already that he’ll be good. But she had some intuition, she was trying hard to ignore.

The day came and they boarded the plane. There was time, when internet was not working and he already had some naps. They spoke about what all delicacies they will try at the restaurants and local marts.

He asked her if she is happy and what more can he do to make her happy. She looked into his eyes and her heart skipped a beat.

‘Are you serious?’

‘As serious As death!’

Stars sparkled in her eyes and she had a plan and quick courage to say it all.

‘We will be home for six days, and on seventh day we’ll go to riverside. Its quite notorious for taking people inside, never to buoy off. We will have a good time there and then only you’ll go back to home. Tell everyone that I met with an accident and am no more’

‘What? You crazy girl.. sometimes you speak crap.’

‘No no m serious. I need to be free from all, that would make me happy, really. And only you can help.’

‘Shut up and sleep.’

They arrived home, things were going well, she almost forgot about her stupid plan.

On sixth day, after dinner, her husband asked her for a walk in the town. He asked

Are we going to the riverside?

‘No’, she replied.

‘I think, i’ll support you in your plan, all you have to do is to change your number and stop using existing social media.’

‘Are you serious?’

‘Yes , I want you to be happy and pursue your dreams, it will not be possible at my place, so you go ahead with your plan, I have your back.’ And he kissed on her forehead.

Her eyes gleamed with billion stars.

©️Vayuputrii

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Tags fiction, story, storyteller