“Now that you’re an adult, you might still feel a pang of guilt when you decline a dinner invitation in favor of a good book. Or maybe you like to eat alone in restaurants and could do without the pitying looks from fellow diners. Or you’re told that you’re “in your head too much”, a phrase that’s often deployed against the quiet and cerebral.
Or maybe there’s another word for such people: thinkers.” ― Susan Cain
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Rain in March
“The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house. All that cold, cold, wet day.” ― The Cat in the Hat
I close my window and the rain goes dead,
I raise the curtain and it’s back again.
Drops are on the blurry windowpane,
and on the green bed of spring
where a yellow dot is blooming blatantly.
I close my window and the rain goes dead. Continue reading “Rain in March”
Art imitates life
“You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.” ― Back to Methuselah
Clues
“Time is an illusion.” ― Albert Einstein
When I go for a walk with my camera, I try to capture the world around me. The shadows, the reality, figures disappearing into the crowd, birds returning to their nests after sunset, time lurking beneath timelessness. Somehow, it’s my own process to freeze time on papers. Continue reading “Clues”
A Peek Outside
I’m waiting for a rainy weekend. Not completely rainy. Showery. Drizzly. Cloudy. Grey days. As per the weather forecast. Continue reading “A Peek Outside”
The Art of Green Living
“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.” ― The Princess Bride
I want to say, this is a very bad year. It’s been the worst till now. But most probably I won’t say it, if we meet. Because I’m not that pessimist who wants this year to go soon so that she can dance in the light of next year. I’m an optimist. STILL. Perhaps I am going to utilize the last second of this year to make it less worse, more satisfactory. Continue reading “The Art of Green Living”
The Sunset Sky
Sometimes the sunset sky
matched the changing colors in your eyes,
when you were sad and running away from the world,
you rained tears; and the humble trees became my silent umbrella.
At First Blush
I never noticed leaves changing color in September in my neighborhood. September is sunny, and warm mostly. Last week when the temperature dropped, the maple tree in the backyard turned red. But that was not the first hint of blush I saw this month.
Today is officially the first day of the autumn, my favorite season.
There’s something nostalgic and noteworthy about autumn, that’s why I closely monitor the transformation of nature through my lens. It’s that season, ″that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness–that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.” Continue reading “At First Blush”
Today was a good day..
On the way back home
The sun in the rut
A prayer song in the air Continue reading “Today was a good day..”
Half & Half
You can try your best, live like a hermit
inside the whispers of your silence,
away from noises that crush dreams. Continue reading “Half & Half”