The restlessness, the breathlessness, the sleeplessness, the anxiety is all put to rest; when all the souls and energies belonging to a household are safe within the confines of the Home.
No more do the nights make suspicious sounds, no more do you wait for the birds to chirp, no more you wish for someone to be awake at ungodly hours.
Heart, mind and soul are at rest; when everyone you care for is within the safety of the Home.
A flower, a fruit, a flower inside of a fruit, a fruit inside of a flower!
The wind swirls the clouds in the sky like master strokes of an artist.
The trees reach up the sky to catch the candy floss in the making.
Gray hair of a lady blowing in the air.
Chiffon of a bride trailing behind her.
Waves in the sky, ocean upside down.
The beauty of nature is surely unbound.
Someone stole my pomegranate flowers.
I had been counting days, one day at a time, for the tree to be blessed with flowers. That day arrived when the buds appeared on the branches as tiny orange teardrops. Slowly growing bigger and opening up like little butterflies with delicate wings. But the tree discarded them.They were not strong enough to turn into fruits.
The wait began again, a few months’ time, slowly, one day at a time, weeks , months and the orange beads of joy appeared again. This time higher in number.They opened their wings again and yet again the tree discarded them.
The whole year had gone by, never ever had this tree been bare for so long. Miracles of the nature took charge, seasons changed and the tree was once again ready for blooming. Finally three flowers held tight to the stems, the stems bowing gently in their honour, supporting the growing weight. My spirits soared high, the wait was over. The flowers started swelling up like a pregnant belly, the delicate petals were starting to be engulfed and protected by a hard shell, half flower half fruit. I was going to be a proud caretaker.
It was a beautiful morning, I went to water the plants and there it was! A bare tree, as if it had suffered a miscarriage. I looked for the flowers on the ground as they never fall far from it, but they were nowhere to be found, it seems someone had plucked them.
How inconsequential the act must have been for that person? Just a fancy for orange flowers!
The same thing is true in life too, someone’s hard-work, life’s achievements, joys, pain rendered inconsequential in seconds by the inconsiderate action of another person.
Posting another photograph by guest photographer, Shaishav Agarwal.The first thing that caught my attention was the cloud formation. It looked like smoke coming out of a steam locomotive moving towards the fog for an undisclosed location. Other factors were the amount of water everywhere, the calmness of the sea, the sailboats, the vermillion sky covering everything like a blanket and the ring of gold in the sky matching the hand in the photograph wearing a wedding band.And finally the acknowledgement of the fact that even if time seems to have stopped for a moment in a picture, it is the only thing that always keeps moving forward, never once looking back.
Chugging engine of time, blowing clouds in the past, catching up with future slowly, amidst the fog of imagination.
Venturing into the unknown, like the depths of ocean, in present but calm, like sailboats sailing on gentle rippling waves.
Wind directing the course of life, towards pain or pleasure only we can decide, for its within us and not outside.
Vermilion umbrella of sky protecting innocence, rings of sunshine like wedding bands committed,to adventures.
Vast expanse of water, capricious but in nature, resembling life, bellowing new challenges everyday.
Past, present and future ;survived, living and anticipating right now, right here!
Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal.