Celebrating With Gulmohar Lane!
There are some gifts that keep on giving. An Indian Summer is one of them. Ahem. Yes, the blog and I eschew all modesty for today. For good reasons, my dear folks, for very good reasons. One, we hit the 15,000 mark on facebook. Two, An Indian Summer and our instagram account got a sweet mention on Apartment Therapy. And Three, one of our favorite brands & friend Gulmohar Lane, is hosting a merry giveaway party right here!
Tis be the season of celebrations and Gulmohar Lane has put together the most glorious giveaway hamper for An Indian Summer readers! Since the last time I blogged about them, Gulmohar Lane has expanded it’s repertoire of beautiful & elegant products to now also include lighting, cushions and more handcrafted furniture pieces. I love the classic, vintage aesthetic of their product range! And not only can you buy their products online, but this weekend, you also have the opportunity to win this generous gift, lovingly put together by the good folks at Gulmohar Lane.
The giveaway, open for readers from any where in the world, includes:
Gulmohar Lane Cushions . Gulmohar Lane Vintage Edison Bulbs . Gulmohar Lane Linen Bag with Leather Handles . Tea Kettle . Cups & Saucer . Chocolates!
Yes, all this, to one fabulous reader, from any where in the world!
~ How to Enter ~
1. Tap into your hidden (or not so hidden) poet/lyricist/wordsmith, and pen a little ditty or a verse or a haiku or a paen or a poem, with the words ‘Gulmohar Lane’ in it.
[For my readers who don’t understand Hindi, “Gulmohar” is the name of a flowering tree: Delonix Regia]
2. Leave your creative creation as a comment here on facebook and/or as a comment to this post.
3. To gain that extra edge, share the giveaway on facebook, instagram and twitter and tag ‘An Indian Summer’ & ‘Gulmohar Lane’.
4. That’s it! The winner will be announced on facebook on the 2nd of December.
See you again, on the other side of the weekend!
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Gulmohar Lane
We loved reading about all the words put together so beautifully about 'gulmohar lane'! Thank you all for spending your precious time celebrating with us and #anindiansummer
…and the winner is Swayampurna Mishra Singh! Your #gifthamper is waiting for you, please share your contact details.
"Walking in that familiar dusty road, back from the land across seven seas,
With education as my shiny veneer and a fat cheque as my shield,
I remember fondly the falling red leaves of a world I left behind,
I embrace my past as I come on to the same old cobbled street.
Dirty faced, sun kissed kids still playing in the sand …
A beggar here, a street dog there waiting for some bread.
The same lane is now studded with bungalows of greed,
A BMW, an Audi don't seem out of reach.
Everything has changed on that gorgeous shaded street.
Everything feels the same on that warm summer day…
The familiar face of a happy mom still welcomes me from the roof…
The loving hug of a proud dad calms my troubled soul.
I am finally home.
Yes, this very gulmohar lane ,
Where the street is carpeted with fallen gold,
And the sun bursts with softened flame.
The very place where beauty lives in the most unexpected ways,
The very place I call my home is on the Gulmohar Lane."
Shreyashi Samaddar
On an ordinary day, sitting at my office desk,
I decided to take a trip down the memory lane.
That very lane called “Gulmohar Lane”.
Where we played as kids and parted as teens.
Where our parents taught us to walk,
and we chose to walk out (of)
that very lane called “Gulmohar Lane”.
Reminiscent of childhood, friendship, kinship
and memories carved out of gold in the heart.
That very lane called “Gulmohar lane”.
Where I belong and long to return …
Anjali Kumaran
His breath crystallised
As golden rays of sunlight
Lit up technicolor blossoms
Against the bleak roads
Of gulmohar lane.
Heat tempered the cold edge of winter
Rendering the wordsmith speechless
For a while.
swayampurna mishra
Walking in that familiar dusty road, back from the land across seven seas,
With education as my shiny veneer and a fat cheque as my shield,
I remember fondly the falling red leaves of a world I left behind,
I embrace my past as I come on to the same old cobbled street.
Dirty faced, sun kissed kids still playing in the sand …
A beggar here, a street dog there waiting for some bread.
The same lane is now studded with bungalows of greed,
A BMW, an Audi don't seem out of reach.
Everything has changed on that gorgeous shaded street.
Everything feels the same on that warm summer day…
The familiar face of a happy mom still welcomes me from the roof…
The loving hug of a proud dad calms my troubled soul.
I am finally home.
Yes, this very gulmohar lane ,
Where the street is carpeted with fallen gold,
And the sun bursts with softened flame.
The very place where beauty lives in the most unexpected ways,
The very place I call my home is on the Gulmohar Lane.
Smita
As Spring heralds beautiful hues and full blown flowers,
Nature captivates me in its dizzying powers!
I don't as much look forward to getting sloshed in the rain,
As I wish to see the scarlet petals dotting Gulmohar Lane!
maiya
The crimson petals rain as I lean on my cane,
remembering the pain of saying bye to you on Gulmohar Lane.
The tears stain my cheek, I hear my old bones creak
while the sun plays hide and seek on Gulmohar Lane.
Shalini
I thought of times past
and how childhood memories last
of the mogra climbing my window pane
and the orange blooms of Gulmohar Lane
aiswarya
Fiery orange blooms welcome me
Cool shade in the summer heat
A petal falls into my open palm,
I smiled as I remembered
Here is where I lost a tooth as a little girl,
trying to catch the petals before it fell in a twirl,
Gulmohar lane, I had called it fondly
Still the same, bright and happy.
Michelle
As the winter light is fading
To the chill before the rain
Scarlet summer blooms are waiting
For you on Gulmohar Lane.
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