.My fascination, indeed obsession with the magic of sunsets and the golden hour never diminishes one little bit. Every single one has a difference, every single one has a distinct, unique charm..The Golden hour is such a beautiful and peaceful time of day, it’s always a joy to try to capture its essence in words.…
.A goodbye at the airport,A night of driving alone on the e-way,A celestial game of hide and seek that mirrors life,Some random thoughts,Bittersweet memories,A few more gray hair..Don’t we live in the pain of parting as much as the hope of reunion…I was reminded of a lovely poem by the poet laureate, Cecil Day Lewis,…
We wait for so many events and people in our lives, it is really a continuing process. The recurring human experience of waiting, hoping for pleasure (with pain always around the corner), is always laced with the bittersweet ache of missed opportunities. I thought of a poem and a song earlier today , both very…
.The sunset, a fabric woven of soft multihued lights and colours,Out to eternity she goes, tired yet resplendent with beauteous rose red,Shyly thinking of what will unfold,A night of well earned rest, of rejuvenation….The Celestial Painter and the Divine Weaver come together to make an enchanting, addicting, evanescent yet memorable creation of incredible beauty..And I,…
.A wonderful evening,The day’s journey comes to an end.The golden orb settles down for a night of well deserved rest.Unlike other travellers, we will certainly meetThis journey will definitely resume after a short span..As I witnessed a glorious recurring miracle, I was reminded of a Tennyson poem that we first were introduced to in school,…
.Modern life makes our perceptions get so much skewed and distorted, one overlooks the beauteous bounty of nature and wondrous gems just lie ignored, scattered upon an uncaring, unseeing and insensitive humanity that is caught in a web of its own making..Every one of us has the same opportunity to admire, savour and even cherish…
..The red wattled lapwing (टिटवी in Marathi) was stunned, shocked to see its nesting ground reduced to ashes by an unthinking and cruel human. Clearing a ground of brush and the roots and stumps of a previous crop by burning is a uniquely destructive and ecologically reprehensible human practice. Apart from the heat and smoke…
.The nonverbal communication skills of canines are far better developed than us humans..They are able to convey so much more without having to use the spoken or written word..Undoubtedly, every canine parent will vouch for this. If humans around a canine show some alertness, sensitivity and willingness to learn, they will be able to pick…
.Night fell on the countryside.Every sentient being retreated to its abode for the night.The silence was truly deafening.The dark and silent night did heighten the senses though and perception was much better than in the noisiness of the city where one consciously suppresses various sensory inputs to prevent being disturbed.It was almost as if all…
..Night in the mountains.Darkness reigned all over punctuated by five puny lights in the distance,Beams of light from humble abodes,Holding out hope in a countryside awash with darkness,I was taught that darkness is a lack of light,Spending time in the countryside showed me exactly how….An opportunity denied in an urban environment..Hope is never far away…