Auroville has its own magic and I am definitely spell bound by it. I learnt a lot and saw even more. Here is a stupid poem I wrote about the fun I had being there.


Stay at auroville was surely
a different experience,
it was a bliss majorly
in all the tense.

Of our love and hate relationships
and the crazy adventures.
Of noongu's juicy sips,
rosella n kambuj were the quenchers.

Gaping at the silly crocodiles
and cycling to the miles
to look at fairy tale-ish houses
with flamboyant building styles.

Warped were their spaces
and french were the windows.
Amazed were our faces
to see strange fellows.

Beautiful music concerts
were a fodder for our senses.
And elaborate makeup n skirts
of kathakali with all its pretences.

Lovely were the crafts
that women patiently did
be it paper,seeds,flowers or tufts,

Laughing so uncontrollably
while the fish pedicures.

Haggling in all the medley
and falling for all the lures.

Kick the archaic moped
kick it!! till it starts.

Beware!!the arrows of the cupid,
lets see how long it lasts.

Fresh flowers set in a bowl
were a visual treat for sure.

Rejuvenating our heart and soul
while eating veggies organic n pure!!

And those colorful chases,
eating mangoes tangy and sour
Catching the sun at the beaches
yet ye dil maange more!!

Thanks to Prerna and Prachi for the photoshoot and also to Rinyo, Shivangi, Consu, Tahir, Pierre, Natasha and Suman.