I wrote my first verse at 5-6 years of age and saved it away on a scrap of paper in the family altar. It went something like this, in a child like sing-song way, if I recall:


Tiny fingers on my hands,

Tiny, tiny toes

How tiny, how tiny, so tiny? Some ask -

Who knows, who knows.


My love of verse has been around a while, thanks to teachers, friends and my parents. It is my reflective, contemplative space.


So bring a cup of cha, find a warm cozy spot and a lazy afternoon, and read on

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Nandita Godbole

Once a botanist & landscape architect.

Now a personal chef & author, an artist, graphic designer, blogger & poet. 


Loves freshly brewed chai, the crisp salty ocean breeze, watching monsoon rains & walking barefoot through cold mountain streams. 


Believes in the strength, positivity of the human spirit. Is spiritual but not a fanatic. 


Mom of one. Two, if she counts her husband.