Photo Credits Go To Zubin Oommen Ittyerah
Walking hand in hand towards rising hope, welcoming a new day.
On a road uncluttered and clear made of faith.
Cool, calm breeze ruffling the hair, could turn into a storm.
Reminding, urging to be one another’s pillar of strength.
Flowers of prosperity blooming, filling the heart with contentment.
Finding joy in each other’s company, feeling safe.
Street lights , the guiding lights, like the trust within.
For life will happen everyday if we have each other.
The brighter the Sun, the brighter is the fuscia. Colour intensifying with the intensity of the Sun as if sunlight flows in the veins of the bougainvillea.
Winter is a season when beauty of nature can be seen in the most barren of places. Snow in itself is a mystery. It has the visual capacity to change the most uninteresting landscapes into glorious white magical lands. The winter chill can make your heart stop and the fresh crisp air revive it as if new life were pumped into the lungs. Old and young differ in their opinion about the appropriate length of the season. Some enjoy it to the fullest while some just wish that it were over as soon as it approached. In warmer regions the winter blooms are like mother nature going wild with a paintbrush. Flowers of all colours, all shapes and sizes scintillate the senses. They keep reminding that no matter how tough the times, one can reach their maximum potential. They can bloom to the fullest. It is the season when one learns to endure, learns to wait patiently for better times ,learns to hold on to hope. Hope, that Spring is right around the corner.