Books.. The wonderful elixir of love, life and everything that connects them.
Books.. The wonder potion that transports you to any place on Earth and beyond, in the time it may take you to blink. Just like that.
Books.. Those thin parchments containing the magic of all the worlds, known and unknown.
Books.. The stories of people and places and events that you may believe you know but never truly know.
Books.. Weaving and binding us all in essence, even though we have never met, maybe never will.
Today is World Book Day ladies and gentlemen. Truly our day. And although every day is Book Day for us Book Dragons, but let us acknowledge and appreciate these tiny portals of our souls even more today!
We collect memories like raindrops on the palm of our hand
My mother once told me that a moment lived in happiness is far more precious than anything else.
I guess that’s why she hated being photographed.
In my home you will see the walls are bare.
We don’t have frames lined up that show smiling faces and people laughing in a pretty background.
Maybe it’s cause my mom believed that a moment is not complete till you can capture its essence in its entirety and photographs fall short in telling the truth cause we would rather smile and hide the pain, lies and emptiness that is often reflected in our eyes.
After her demise, we had to try hard to find a photo of her’s
She’s not smiling in that
There is this half smile on her lips, but I wonder if I saw the stories in her eyes, stories that are laughing, crying, angry, stories that are alive and the stories that now have died with her.
I like taking pictures. I don’t know if I am scared of being forgotten or want to just be remembered as a story.
I wonder when people say that we stay alive in memories,
do they actually mean it or it’s just a lie to comfort ourselves.
“Live like the lotus, at ease in muddy water.”
Do you see how the lotus flower seems to be glowing within? The lotus only grows in muddy water. Do you see the lesson there? Let’s not let the muck in our lives suffocate us, let’s use it to grow and bloom and glow.
Today I feel like writing for that very moment just before I intended to let go off my flip flops and run through the sand. It is an amazing feeling with the waves of the ocean slipping all the sand between your feet. It all felt like a game to me. No matter how hard you try, there are times when you definitely feel off balance with everything slipping from your grip. Just like life. Just like the sand on the beach. My mind leaps to days gone by when I spent my time by the ocean with the beautiful melody of waves crashing on the shore. It is a feeling quite unexplained with that clueless feeling of solitude and warmth. It goes without saying that I simply adore the beach, the fact being that I don’t often get to visit often. May be that is why it all seems so magical. Just like most other things in life, this one is the rarest and one of the finest experiences that I feel is really close to my heart.
Many would debate on choosing hills over beaches but I am definitely a water person. I would anytime vouch for beaches over hills. That feeling simply is awesome when you are on a beach relaxing, listening to the symphony of the waves, with a million thoughts in mind. It resonates with life. Calm and peaceful at times but an entire mess in itself. The feeling differs from beach to beach depending on the beach you presently are and your inner self which is rejoicing in the moment.
May be that is what I simply love about an island. You get to witness an entire continent, only water no land, an experience that I can still remember vividly today and I will always. These times have a special place in my heart not just because they are rare, but because I cherish each and every second of that very moment.
Sometimes I wonder why are animals treated so ruthlessly. Look at this chained jumbo. Such scenes are a pity to see.
Animals are made captive and are badly treated. But Why? What is their fault? If you look at the picture carefully, there are cut marks and bruises all over his legs and it appears as if he can’t even sit properly.
I seriously want to ask do we need all this? Entertainment is important for us humans but don’t we have better ways of entertainment? Is it so that our 15 min of elephant ride so important that these enormously huge creatures have to shun their freedom simply for our entertainment purposes?
The expression on his face says it all. A perfect mix of desolation, devastation and a hope for a positive future. Old and withered body but the gleam of the eyes speaks a lot. A portrait that is really close to my heart.
–Shades Of Life
So guys, had this really important thing in mind since the past few days. Was working on it so couldn’t update regularly. Now I am back with a bang with an entirely new series of picture story series. As we all understand, every picture has its own message and here we would try to uncover those. Happy blogging!
This picture clearly depicts a complete circle of life. Just like this fallen dried leaf, as soon as a person’s journey on this earth is over, he also meets with the same end. Old age – dried and withered condition. An inevitable truth though!
–Shades Of Life