Rumi

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
There is a field... I'll meet you there…
~ Rumi

What can I say about my mystic lover who comes to me out of the long ago?
Who keeps returning to me till I learn to recognise his undying soul...
Who waits patiently for me to turn to him with the same yearning...
What can I say of the one who has instilled within me the stillness of the Eternal Sufi!

Calm in a raging storm, secure in the knowledge that my soul mate, the yang to my yin...
Awaits me across time and space...
Awaits me whenever I’m ready to meld into him...

Forever and ever and ever, over and over again, and again and again – in an endless cycle of love and longing…

Red

Love is cure. Love is power.
Love is the magic of changes.
Love is the mirror of divine beauty…
~ Rumi

Is my colour. Red has signified and defined ‘Rittu Shree’ to my friends and family for years.

Red cars, red dresses, ruby red lipstick shades, rose red accessories, fire red chairs for my first office — I’ve carried it all off with the élan and confidence of a woman comfortable in her own skin, as the expression goes…

Ride

Love is a travel...
All travellers whether they want or not are changed.
No one can travel into Love and remain the same…
~ Rumi

Riding is my other passion in life. Fast cars and riding pillion on bikes — often in the pouring rain — that’s me! Racing gives me an adrenalin rush that’s very hard to beat, or even replicate with any other act.

If I’ve been kept off the F1 racing tracks by my friends and well-wishers, I’ve turned to racing with myself! Yes, that’s perfectly possible... meet me on a highway, and let me show you how!
I’m constantly beating my own records. I even have special timings for rush hour traffic, and all the different times of the day!

Red or not, I love all my vehicles. And the TLC I constantly shower on them is palpable and out there for anyone to see.

My car keeps me grounded and anchored to this earth, lest I fly away with the winds, burn up in my own flames, or flow off with the rains…

Rain

When you feel a peaceful joy, that's when you are near truth.
~ Rumi

The taste of melting chocolate in the rain; racing paper boats in puddles; riding pillion on bikes in a downpour; long walks with my sister whenever it showers; and dancing like there’s no tomorrow when the heavens open up above me...

These are images that define my life. Like a drop of water on a new leaf or a raindrop cushioned within a flower’s heart, my soul is crystallised in all its bright transparency with its joy of living – in a fresh dewdrop.

Rhythm

In the house of lovers, the music never stops,
The walls are made of songs and the floor dances.
~ Rumi

The rhythm truly gets me, each time, every time. It forces me to break into ecstatic dance.

Rhythm is the door that leads me to one of my life’s passions — dancing!

For me, music and rhythm, and dance, are inseparable elements that guide me to my ‘zone’ and keep me there…

For years my trusted channel of self-expression, and mirror to my rebellion for personal freedom, dancing remains my first love. It is that ‘happy space’ in my life that never ceases to keep me positive.