"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Thursday, October 9, 2025

A Kerwachauth Dream

 Four thirty five am. Kerwachauth morning.

I woke up with the memory of a beautiful dream.

In some wilderness area but in a small room I was with my husband and two grand kids.

The place was connected with some work area,

 From outside was a way to go out in wilderness where the river was flowing.

Darkness was about to set in but view outside was still clear.

To my surprise Mukul agreed to go with us as we went down on unpaved, slightly rough slopes.

River stream was rather narrow and slow moving. A little disappointment from the picture of wide flowing gurgling and foamy river that I had imagined.

Still we walked along side of river, carefully trekking the narrow trail between high ground and narrow stream.

Not much beauty around to admire or to hold our attention but the descending, desolate darkness. 

A little further we saw the trek covered with small black ants. The group ahead of us was cautioning children to avoid that sticky dark ground. I too felt a little anxiety.

Just then grand kids turned left to climb a cleaner space. Another step landed us in a small clean area with three figurines carved on the stone wall.

We were stunned. All the anxiety of darkness and returning home safely disappeared. 

Spell bound we looked at those figurines. No sense of God statues or meditating ascetics crossed my mind. Just pure and natural beauty of nature to be admired.

Calm and peace descended upon us with a sense of awe and reverence.

Finally in a sobering voice my grand son broke the silence,” Nothing could beat that”! And I woke up!

Quickly I closed my eyes to go back to dream knowing fully well it won’t be possible. For few seconds I held close the presence of my husband and the dream sense.

Slowly all dispersed as waking consciousness took hold of me.

To day is Kerwachauth. Filled with joy, gratitude and tears I closed my eyes and with folded hands offered my obeisance to Mother Goddess for blessing me with such closeness with my husband and making this Kerwachauth so special and unforgettable.


Oct.9th, 2025


Savita Tyagi

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