The Dandelion Has It

2015 stole my smile. It put me in a labyrinth with my eyes blinded. I heard voices. Scary voices. Voices of fear. Voices of nightmares. Voices of guilt. Voices of regrets. Voices of self-loathing. Voices of destruction. Voices that muted me. I wanted to turn deaf to those voices, lose myself in the maze, and let its thorny walls swallow me.

But I found myself in 2016. Unscathed.

Just like the kind, friendly ocean that always put Moana back on her tiny boat, life carried me into 2016. While I continued to lick my wounds, it threw its gentle light on all things warm and positive. It nudged me to stop chasing my own tail and pay heed to moments which would fill me with gratitude and hope.

I surrendered. The voices faded. I began collecting my smiles.

From Peace is Every Step by Thich Nhat Hanh

Quite a few dandelions began flying into my life. When they entered, I was like an ostrich with her head buried in the sand. But the dandelions surfaced way too often. It was impossible to not catch them. In time, they were everywhere.

While words can come to my rescue to show the dandelions in my life, for the first time, I am taking refuge in pictures. As you see my dandelions, don’t forget to tell me what kept your smile safe this year.



After having been inspired by my dearest friend Kirthi, I embraced Zen Doodling. It was cathartic to wield the pen and pour my heart out.

The USA beckoned in June. I surprised myself there by doing things which I thought I would never do even if I were drugged. A blog here.

Clicked this picture at Chicago’s beloved bookstore — Women and Children First

Almost every book that happened to me in 2016 had to happen to me. A snapshot from Goodreads.


The unassumingly beautiful places in Tamil Nadu summoned; I travelled with my best friend for the first time. (I love you, Chunky!)


Although I was told that I am awful at reading signs, I chose to acknowledge one significant sign that Universe placed on my path. The Orange Butterflies.

“I welcome all butterflies into my heart because that feeling is a constant reminder of how alive and full of love I truly am.”


I travelled for the first time with whom I fondly call My Home. I am loving Tamil Nadu more these days.

The Big Temple Buddha

If I couldn’t find peace in nature in 2015, she was everything in 2016. With some dandelions by my side, I watched sunrise, moonrise, and gazed at stars and oceans. Many a time this year.

Myriad things transpired in 2016. Friendships were made. Friendships were broken. Promises were broken. Promises were made. I was bitchy. I was considerate. But mostly, I was unapologetically myself.

My backpack travelled miles and miles. More books were read. Barrels of coffee were downed. Hundreds of deep breaths were taken. And, millions of smiles and hugs were exchanged. (Okay! I exaggerated a wee bit now.) 😉

Perhaps, it is now safe to say that 2016 has been the kindest year ever. Like EVER. And I am brimming with gratitude.

May our 2017 be filled with love, light, and peace. Sending all of it toward you! ❤

PS: This is how I envisage my 2017. 🙂

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14 thoughts on “The Dandelion Has It

  1. 2016 was a good one and I’m glad to hear it was good to you too, especially after a rough 2015. In 2016, I was able to iron out some of the mistakes I made in 2016. And, even more important, I realized what led me to those mistakes, which should make me more aware of them in 2017.
    I hope you have a great new year. 😊

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  2. This was so wonderful to read! I am so happy 2016 was such a good year for you. I hope 2017 is off to a good start and is even better. May there be fields of dandelions and butterflies! Happy New Year!

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