Droplet of a Cascade

Grim Reaper and the Merry Mormon

2013-02-14T17:03:00.003+05:30

Oh how lovely were the days when the sky wore azure drapes, and the soft tufts of silky clouds floated far far away... mused the merry Mormon as she fluttered about the jasmines, flaunting her vivid crimson motifs through the greens. From morning to night, and night to morning it rained for days on end. Why? Did anyone ever do something to invoke the wrath... of the god of rain? The jasmine

Lucky shot or not?

2013-02-04T21:50:00.000+05:30

Moments of photography... from a newbie's point of view. A lucky shot: While snapping macro shots of flora, I found this 1cm or so sized spider hidden amidst yellow bell flower bud Case #1: I sometimes wonder what's the difference between two photographs. You see, some subjects turn out as your lucky encounters. You spot them, you snap them, and that's all to it. Some subjects

Between positive and negative

2012-08-02T19:49:00.001+05:30

Between the palm leaves on a thin branch sat a bird with his eyes fixed towards the blue sky. He sighed whilst gazing at the scenery unfolding below.. running far to meet the jagged hills of blue. He turned left and right, up and down. The world felt so empty, he was all alone. The palm leaves waved gently, rustling now and then, as the zephyrs rushed to catch the unseen clouds in the far west

The droplet and the friend

2012-05-19T23:41:00.000+05:30

On the yellowy green banana leaf I sprinkled some water. Tiny mirrors suddenly popped. They allowed me to see the world, through their eyes. Dew drops on a blade of grass can't last long. But when those pearly droplets drop on to the ground, they connect and make tiny puddles. Water can't survive alone, nor can humans. I then wondered if friends are also like droplets. They may start out

The Sun

2012-01-27T21:28:00.001+05:30

The Sun... Our very own sun One microscopic star in the boundless universe Blessed us with a million of things including... A planet exuberant with life Of all shapes, colors and sizes Bright cheerful mornings Ringing with a chirpy chorus Beautiful blue skies Dotted with silky fluffy clouds The magic of a rainbow Hidden in the midst of a drizzle Vibrant blossoms Exuding the sweetest fragrance

The Kite and the Bird

2011-12-18T16:00:00.000+05:30

I thought we were the same.. when I saw him and I, both soaring high... riding the winds in the boundless blue sky. As I flew higher and higher my frilly long tail fluttered like waves. He glided stretching his coffee brown wings.. and flapped from time to time to catch the current. But soon we parted our ways. 'That was the beginning of the end..' the kind northern wind whispered in my ears.

The Clock

2011-11-30T23:09:00.001+05:30

The clock I see before me always ticks... never stops... unless the life of the battery runs out. The 3 hands.. of varying lengths and sizes.. move only towards one direction. Clockwise.. we call it. The second-hand moves faster. The minute-hand moves a bit slower. The hour-hand is the slowest. They all stop by 60 times at 60 points.. covering 360 degrees... in their never ending, unrelenting

Sunny side of Life

2011-11-19T23:42:00.001+05:30

On my way to work.. some months back.. I used to intently scan this heartless gloomy garage filled with metal scraps and old dusty vehicles. I looked for my motivator. The happiest dog in the whole wide world, who'd cheerfully greet his masters skipping on just 3 legs. He peacefully slept outdoors, went for morning walks.. somewhat far from the garage. He was carefree and high spirited despite

The Mobile

2011-11-19T23:33:00.001+05:30