.Sunset in the mountains and the ridge on the eastern side was bathed in golden red hues. The road, always infrequently trod upon by man and beast, appeared even more forlorn. The silence and stillness was remarkable, overwhelming, deafening..An environment ideally suited to becalm and encourage exploration within the inner universe. I’ve always found a…
..The crack of dawn in winter,The Sun is nearly at the southernmost point in its celestial journey,And very tardy in resuming it this cold morning,It arose lazily on Saturday morning as the skies wore evanescent, ever changing hues of red, pink and yellow,A solitary bulb outside a single humble abode at the foot of the…
..The Grey Backed Shrike sat alone, perched on the thin twig of an acacia tree, staring into the distance. Wonder what or who was it waiting for?.Looking at the tiny bird sitting still, I was reminded of this poem I bumped into on the net..Patiently Waiting by James Richmond Jr..My heart is set, on that…
.Another wintry evening in the mountains,A moment of utter and complete silence,Brings several memories flooding back,Recent, old; good, bad; happy and sad…..●Reminiscences●Serenity●The Inner Universe●Golden Hour●Introspection
..A serendipitous momentAnother golden sunrise on a foggy dayA frond of weed swaying in the breezeA magical illusionAn eye that sees the “eye”.Don’t we all live in the illusion that we will experience a magical moment while ignoring/overlooking the magic unfolding all around us, every moment, everywhere….Life and nature can be, and frequently is, magical,…
.The moon on Dwitiya, Saturday 13th January was all set to set soon after Sunset. As we returned from the obligatory walk in the countryside, I just had enough time to get the SLR fitted with the zoom and grab a few images. The tiny sliver of Selene illuminated the Western sky for a brief…
.A wintry evening…The mountains get ready for the chilly night, the blanket of fog covers the tiny hamlet nestled in the lap..Every sentient being in nature retires for the night as wordless silence reigns. The utter lack of sound bar the rustling of the leaves as the wind passes through is deafening. We stand still…
.Another day, another beautiful sunset and then another chilly night. The mountains stand unmoved by what’s going on around them for millennia, silent spectators to human achievement and failures, hopes, aspirations and failures, disappointments..How I wish to achieve this degree of equanimity, an enviable stoicism amongst the pulsating, throbbing, fluctuating ebb and tide of human…
.I am always impressed by the way canines have intertwined their lives with those of humans..For the canophobes, they evoke feelings of extreme, existential threat to human life, for those who are canophiles like me, it is impossible to see anything but love in every pair of eyes, that show nothing but unquestioning trust and…
I was mesmerized this morning and felt like sharing the magical experience. I woke up today to this melody first up. The time of the day was perfect for the raag..A sampoorna raag (heptatonic) of the early morning, it calmed me even more and created the right frame of the mind to get the day…