Museum of Islamic Art in Doha, Qatar

मैं उस शहर
में बसती हूं
जिसका कोई
ठिकाना नहीं

उसके घरों में
रोशनी है
और उस रोशनी से
मेरा कोई याराना नहीं

लोगो का क़ाफ़िला
है मेरे संग
लेकिन मैं मेरे संग नहीं

मैं उस शहर
में बसती हूं
जिसका कोई
ठिकाना नहीं।

This picture was taken by me, from Museum of Islamic Art in Doha, Qatar. Throughout my life I have been to various places. My parents had a transferrable job.

After my marriage, me and my husband moved to different places too.

Doha, Qatar was one such place, where we stayed for few years. It was one of the most memorable experience. Its a beautiful city. Do visit, whenever you have a chance.

Always, keep some wanderlust alive in your heart!


Traces of Time

Image by Sergey Pesterev on unsplash

We are all traces of
each other’s
foot steps
walking on a sandy shore
tip toeing in a dark city lane

We are traces,
of each others
lingering shadows,
in an illusionary dream
or in a canvas of reality

We are mere
traces of each other

From the dust of freedom
flown through ages
beyond the memories
of human castle
of shackles and cages

From the time
of forgotten lands
and oasis
in desert sands
our still shadow
beautifully stands

We are traces of each other’s
Nomadic souls
sketched and repainted
To be washed away

Lost to be found
So lost again

We are mere traces
traces of time.

Thank you for reading!

Scrumptious Sundays!

Mutton pulao, salad, boondi raita!

Being a foodie, cooking and trying out different recipes, excite me! Sundays have a special place in my heart, as we all are chilled out and enjoy as a family. In the above image, is mutton pulao, onion and tomato salad accompanied with boondi raita (which is my favourite). Do let me know, if you want me to post recipes as well. Will be more than happy to share!

While I enjoy my lipsmacking food with my beautiful family, I hope you all are having a great Sunday too! Keep smiling! Have fun.


You and the night sky!

Image from weheartit. Credits to the respective owner.

I took the night sky, 
in the cusp of my palms, 

filled the hollows
in my soul,


when you reach for me,

it will be the stars,
you will
always behold!

Thank you for visiting. I hope you liked this poem.


Fear of being left out

Image From unsplash

Travel and tell no one,live a true love story and tell no one, live happily and tell no one, people ruin beautiful things.” KHALIL GIBRAN

I think there can’t be more wiser and apt words in today’s “social bombarment” days,  where people live more for outside validation, than inner satisfaction.

Where now social media is a measure of your “happy life”.
Like a gold standard. Where comparisons are the basic foundations for “Your next trip” or “Your -feeling peaceful -feeling blessed posts”.

I read somewhere “Comparison is the act of violence against the self”.

Maybe it stems from a deep rooted fear of being left out. The fear of not being enough. The fear of not belonging. The fear of not being accepted. And I am too another loop in this chain.

Image from unsplash

This is the beginning of the social media Era, and it makes me wonder, how we and the coming generations will cope up, under this highly public life?

There are many ground rules to be followed by us and by everyone around us.

We need to create a balanced life, so that “social media ” doesn’t stay as a  permanent guest in our minds and in our homes.

And so that the, number of likes doesn’t quantify our self- esteem, our self-worth and most importantly, the love and respect for our own self.

I took this picture on my way to Dubai !

If you look closely, you will notice ships in the ocean, giant ones. But from thousand miles up in the air, everything seems so small.

Just like us, specks of dust in vast universe.

So, stop counting those virtual likes, and start living the real life! Enjoying the true nature of being a human.

And as they say laugh till it hurts and love till it doesn’t.

Let me know what you think? Is social media a necessary evil?

Cheers! Have a great day ahead!

Love needs no fancy flowers!

I pulled out the chair for you,
but forgot
you weren’t there.
I made your favourite chicken curry, spicy and hot, just the way you want.

I envisage, the way you relish it,
licking your fingers,
and asking for more.
You know and I know,
it’s too hot for you but you still love it.
And I wonder why?
I see the way you look at me ,
with your loving eyes.
Even though I look like a pallid soul.
And at that moment , I try to steal my glance away from you, but your eyes stay fixated on me.

And then you hum,
an old romantic song to compliment me,
but I pretend that I don’t blush nowadays
and I somehow manage to smile,
to hide the fact that, I still feel so shy.

I cannot elucidate to myself, how can you see beauty in me, especially now, when I fail to see it anymore.

And how can you, after so many years not be bored, of an insipid me?

Yes I did hear the doorbell, my eyes have lit up, I know it’s you.
And you know that, I was thinking about you, waiting for you, so stop smiling and give me a hug.

The curry is still warm,
so is my heart and so are your arms,
And now I see what I saw, the same love to begin with.


Hello! I am Rupa.
As the great poet Rumi said, “What you seek is seeking you”, well I am seeking light, love, and some inspiration to live the best version of my life. Pans and Proses is a step toward this journey. I hope to meet you all, along the way through food recipes, art, poems, travel diaries, fitness goals , and many life’s delightful and some not-so-delightful but learning experiences.

In whatever we do, we all need a little inspiration, a few bits of advice, few words of wisdom or just a guide to navigate through our life. Pans and Proses is a platform where you can find just that!
Like a close friend.

The sole purpose of this blog is to share stories, so you can relate to them and never feel alone and lost. To know that there are many others, who are like us, dealing with the same issues, going through the same problems, trying to find solutions.

As it is said by  Vera Nazarian, in The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration  “Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone’s hand is the beginning of a journey. At other times, it is allowing others to take yours.” Hope we reach out to each other, always and forever.

Thank you for visiting.

Love and light to all!

Warm regards

Light up your heart and the world lights up around you !