Thursday, March 22, 2012

Story No.2 -A visit to Buzzaria -A story to be told by Kriti



Touch, feel and even a smell, go much beyond this physical world. Why else would a certain whiff make you shut your eyes and reminisce in memory; gaud in details of a particular time and place; move you away from the present to the ethereal? There is a particular smell that I associate with every country, city or town.
Buzzaria affects the visual sense. It is a bombardment of colors that uplift! Uplifted you move around to pick up an item or two, study it, keep it back or buy it. During all of this, somehow there is a want to connect with the people of the place. A need to associate with the creators of the products there – a feeling that says - “this is good for me!”
That lane in Lado Sarai may have a thousand different things that could be explored, but the signage of Buzzaria attracts one like a magnet and true to its magnetic nature – it does not make it easy for you to leave. One realizes that the budgeted time for Lado Sarai was completely hijacked by this one place!
The store was referred to me by a dear friend, and I went there to get some of those healing bracelets they stock. There was a huge demand for the same in my family since they saw it on my friends’ wrist. And so I went to buy those bracelets. I came back with those, a couple of stuff to add to my wardrobe and guess what more – a business associate!! Go figure…  Shopping spree I think not!! It turned out to be more of a value-add to my life, a lesson that I need to learn and the result of which I await.
All said and done that feeling has not left me – “this is good for me” – the inner voice resonates! “This is good for me” I repeat! 

Sulekha's words :)

Sharing the first post for the contest A visit to Buzzaria- A story to be told
Sulekha can be found on www.socialpotpourri.com.
She has started building on her dreams.Her dream is socialpotpourri Do check out her dream...and read her post.

Mamta

In Sulekha's words....


I am an amateur psychic; I sense things and sometimes see visions too. One fine day I found myself at Buzzaria on the move, Noida. Something compelled me to seek out this unfamiliar place, it called out to me. I didn't understand the pull, but I just knew that I Had to visit this enigmatic and exotic place called Buzzaria.   Normally, a practical, logical person, I didn't understand this urgency to be at this place I had just heard about.
The moment I walked into the place, I felt a sense of peace, of homecoming. The smiling hostess reaffirmed my faith in my instincts; I knew I was at the right place. I was in the presence of kindred spirits, I could hear them whispering, welcome friend. I was offered a cool lemon drink to quench my thirst and a warm smile which spread from the lips to the eyes.
As I looked around, I saw bright splashes of colours all around. I breathed in the smell of pure joy, dreams and felt the positive vibes. I touched the multicoloured skits, felt the texture of the elegant kurtis, and feasted my eyes on the exotic tribal jewellery. The healing paintings were a charm and I wanted to take them all home. After admiring the multicoloured juttis and chappals at the store, I stopped at the healing crystals counter; this was where I had been called to. The bracelet I picked up turned out to be a chakra balancing bracelet, I couldn't put it down.
The place was a visual feast; I tried on a cream kurti with bright floral cuffs and collar. A blue and white stole begged to be wrapped around my neck. While I was shopping, a voice kept urging me to share my dream with the lovely ladies present there. I introduced myself and told them about my future plans and they didn't find it strange that someone they had never met before was baring her soul to them.
I lingered for a while, after paying for my purchases. My feet refused to listen to my head and stayed firmly put. The warmth and the camaraderie at Buzzaria captivated me and broke down the usually solid and protective walls around my logical mind and heart. The connect I felt was reciprocated, and after spending an unashamedly long time conversing with the talented ladies present there, who were now my friends, I went home reluctantly.

Sulekha Rawat

A visit to Buzzaria - Story to be told

I had created this event on FB,thinking I will choose 3 stories to share,each story coming forward is so beautiful,that I cannot choose,so turning them over to all of you,to read,comment and decide.
I love them all :)
Mamta
A Visit to Buzzaria-Story to be Told 



We are celebrating 180 days of existence :)
with a contest ........

When we visit a Place it creates Memories in our Mind. Those memories we access to feel happiness in terms of what pleased us, the colors we saw, what we bought, the experiences we had with people, the drive that it took us to get there...The fruitfulness of it all. A memory that we associate with the Place.....We want all of You to access your Memory Banks & tell US your experiences of your Visit to Buzzaria :)

The 3 Best versed experiences will get posted on our Blog
http://bluelotus-diary.blogspot.com/

The Most Liked Story will get a goody bag of vouchers from 5 of the 40 brands at Buzzaria
Creating A story is using one's imagination & reminiscing events...like a Fairy Tale...that would depict what your Visit Meant to U :) & in the Process to US...We are Eager to Hear Your Story
Sent the post via email to buzzaria.ra@gmail.com
Max words 400
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The Buzzing Angels @Buzzaria