Lotus & Line: A Traveler’s Ode to Shakti and Sacred Geometry

A real fallen leaf reclaimed in India, its center carved into a lotus, a portal. Watercolor pools around it like the Yamuna at dawn, while marker lines dance like Kathakali gestures. "The world speaks to us in symbols," wrote Tagore. Here, the leaf whispers: "To grow, you must first be hollowed."

Shakti in Swirls & Swatches

Golden-green lily pads float beside paisley vines, like Shakti’s fingerprints. After meeting Seema Kohli, my cubist edges softened into these organic rhythms. "She is the ink in the universe’s pen," says Kamala Das. My brush became a needle, stitching her influence into my journal’s kalamkari of gratitude.

Notes Like Growing Grass

Journal entries rise vertically, damp with monsoon reverence. "Met Seema today. Her studio is inviting and inspiring." Ramanujan wrote of "the river’s tongue licking the land". These words? My own licking, as a stranger’s tongue learning to taste the sacred.

The Alchemy of Ochre & Ocean

The right page: a lotus anchored in swirling blues, its petals smeared with sunlight. Kohli’s sacred geometry lives here. They're yantras disguised as watercolor clouds. Kalidasa praised "the lotus unshaken by the river’s chaos". This one? Born from my chaos, but not mine alone.

Transculturation in Pigment

No appropriation, only exchange. My lines borrowed Kohli’s devotion; her motifs borrowed my outsider’s awe. "When roots entangle, both trees rise taller," says Bharati. This spread? Proof: cultures don’t collide. They conjugate.

The universe is not binary," wrote Ezekiel. It is a lotus that's rooted in mud, drinking light.

Final Thoughts

As Rabindranath Tagore wrote in Gitanjali (1913)- "The real voyage lies not in crossing oceans, but in seeing with new eyes" 

Every journey stitches new wisdom into the soul's fabric. So travel not to escape life, but to let life expand you. Now please go wander, create, and let the world reshape your art and heart alike.