The city library stores a million of books. On colder evenings when the sun and moon happily co-exist on the same sky, I love visiting the place. Mostly for a silent stroll. Mostly for the smell of the books. But truly to find new stories.
Nowadays my ability to smell things has increased. So when I enter the library, I am welcome with all my favorite fragrances- of old ink, of used books, of ignored coffee in the mug that people forget when they sit by the big windows gazing at those open pages. Each reader is a story there. And each reader has a favorite story where she looks for comfort.
At one corner, there is a little store that sells donated old books. I find some real gems, each time I stop by. It is a world where used wisdom sells for two bucks. Continue reading “Trading stories”
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
Continue reading “Hello December!”
When I am busy, my days rush like Olympic sprinters and I go with the flow: fast, faster, fastest. I love chasing time. Then just like all sprinters and marathon-achievers I feel tired after that long race. I slow down and seek peace.
Continue reading “That nobody told me yet..”
Whenever I don’t like being in the annoying crowd I start missing my couch and solitude! Continue reading “The Art of Solitude…”
Most of the good things you capture through a camera lens are unforeseen ,unexpected .
You want to own a thing , a moment , a memory , an expression just because it was something you did not expect and maybe it’s one of those temporary ones ! Continue reading “Weekly Photo Challenge : Unexpected”
Stress, uncertainties – I try to avoid both of them ; but there are many things that we cannot avoid – for example : the unknown neighbor who says “Hi” every morning in the gym OR Columbia roasted coffee even though a decaf Nescafe jar stands on the kitchen platform like an abandoned thing.
Continue reading “Stress , A Week”
“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.” – A.A Milne
I love Spring..Who doesn’t !!!! Continue reading “Darjeeling Tea & The Creative Corner..”