Tag Archives: autumn

Tithonus Cracked Up

Writing this feels overwhelming. Overwhelming, owing to the thoughts I have, racing in my mind. This picture was taken last weekend while strolling by the trees, waiting for an urgent call. I had taken the picture, wanting to locate the origin of the yellow crystal like sap at the edges of the skinned bark ofContinue reading “Tithonus Cracked Up”

Pondering upon a day at the Bazaar

The entrance to this bazaar opens with a chicken meat shop and right beside it a flower shop, sitting beside each other are chickens in a cage, half asleep because there are no customers right now and so it’s not yet their time to die. The bucket beside the cage where the butcher washes hisContinue reading “Pondering upon a day at the Bazaar”

Pastime Place and Green Living

This place is my favorite summer’s evening retreat. Sometime the evening is still hot after an equally hot afternoon. At times the ambience through the grass isn’t that windy for a quick relief and so we will sit on the grass and enjoy the relentlessly chirping home bound birds at evening in the gulmohar treeContinue reading “Pastime Place and Green Living”

Undesirable Summer Mornings

Light is one such energy that drives life on earth. Essential for plants, animals, human movement, creating sustainable energy. May consists few of the brightest sunny days of the year. Each year I remember these May days for its blasting summer heat and light. This picture was taken at 6 am sharp. I woke upContinue reading “Undesirable Summer Mornings”

Memories of My Beloved called Rain

A hundred times and many more, I would always, always choose to sit idle alone on a bench looking across a stretch of grassland making sounds like rubbing palms against each other. On somedays may be a river bank bench and a green river full of plankton, moss and algae and the orange sun aboutContinue reading “Memories of My Beloved called Rain”

Fragility don’t come!

Women as frail as a melting snowflake but firm as a determined bumble bee. Working raising and praising… but no appraisals. One foot here one foot there… their life goes on and so does your. I am one of them and as frail and firm, the same. Women… as flowers on a tree stuck andContinue reading “Fragility don’t come!”

Moving Across an Autumn Forest and My Straw Hat.

A lil murmur of the stream and crunchy sound between the heap of leaves in the forest… made a shaky quiver. A hat spun with straws and his mustard shirt seemed more of the colour- ochre. It was definitely full of stains and paints; mud and scratches. Reluctant, hesitant and with wonder in his bigContinue reading “Moving Across an Autumn Forest and My Straw Hat.”