Ordinarily, we use many expressions and phrases to express ourselves. Often, they are unrelated to the actual symptom, yet we understand exactly what that sentence or phrase means. You will be amazed to know that most of these oft-used phrases have a relation to energy movements in the body. Here are some of the more famous ones:

“Responsibility weighs very heavily on his shoulders”: Why shoulders? Why not the hands or legs? Why shouldn’t we say “Responsibility weighs very heavily on his little toe”?

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The next time you travel by road, observe the various ways in which people keep their balcony gardens. Some would be having the pots neatly arranged, the plants well-pruned, the garden area clean, the plant varieties correctly chosen – basically, a balcony garden that accentuates the beauty and homeliness of the house. On the other hand are gardens where the plants grow wildly on dirty pots; some of them not watered for weeks, dry leaves and stems hanging loosely – looking much like unkempt hair searching for direction in life.

You can judge the amount of energy that will be entering a household by simply observing the way the family takes care of its garden. When you grow a plant, you are actually nurturing a seed of energy. Your plant’s growth is directly proportional to the amount of care and effort you put in.

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 Natasha Sinha

23 October, 2014, Binsar, Almora, Uttarakhand

It was a crisp, sunny October morning in the fragrantly nippy, majestic Himalayan land of Binsar. The snow clad Nanda Devi peaks were sparkling like silver jewels, in all their glory as the morning sun washed down upon them. We were languorously waking up to a Diwali morning with some fragrant masala chai in the Eagle’s Nest cottage. The girls were rubbing their eyes and gleefully lapping the beauty of the snow clad peaks, from their bunk bed. Laila was still lying curled up against my foot, when Aarshia climbed down the steps of the bunk bed, and cupped her up in her arms.

It was our third morning in Binsar and a morning ritual on this holiday was to go downstairs and sit outside the patio steps and sip into cups of masala chai, while Laila ran around, sniffing the dew covered foliage as the girls gobbled up some chocolate biscuits. Aarshia would finish her hot chocolate after much prodding and thereafter we would all proceed for breakfast to the restaurant. Once again this particular morning we sat at the restaurant balcony, overlooking the serene Himalayas, sunning and savouring it’s beauty, while digging into some piping hot puris and alu and some locally made preserves. There were some blueberry and chocolate muffins that we washed down with our coffee. Holidays were meant to feast and forego thoughts of becoming fat and have fun, after all.

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