Summer Pink!

Summer Pink! .#flowers #gardenlove #pinklove #snapseed #randompic

Bangalore is famous for its pink flowers. Though I am yet to have one in my namesake garden, this picture is of a new plant I bought recently. Love how editing app like Snapseed transforms the simple image instantaneously. Reminds me of the Photoshop trouble we had to play around with, a decade ago, to achieve the same feat! Filters and photo editing apps have changed the dynamics a lot easier.

I wonder why didn’t I resort to this idea of doing photo-post once in a while now that there are easier ways to import from Instagram to WordPress. At times, we are so adamant of our ways like compartmentalising and perfection, that we end up ignoring both WordPress and Instagram. Silly, no?

Love over the years

February, the month of love!

Celebrated with red hearts, balloons, roses, candles, gifts, teddy bear and what not. As years pass by, I find it unbearable to see the fakeness in the extravaganza. The charm of youth played with my heart too, and there was a time when I was disappointed with the inhibitions of my family and loved ones, or not choosing to openly show the love hidden deep in our hearts. Now the interests have changed though. 

The love towards the materials has reduced considerably (at least that is what I like to believe!), though there are essentials, for which we choose the best (iPhone, Oneplus etc. You get the drift? ;-)). I now realise the value of the experiences more, say the short trips to the outskirts, vacations we take, or the family moments spent at home on weekends, which doesn’t need much expenses or arrangements to show off to others. The clothes, jewellery or the home decor items are bought now not for tradition or flowing with the rat race, but to adorn our house walls and bodies, so that to multiply the self love when we see ourselves in the mirror or to boost our self morale and confidence . More than a candle light dinner and roses, wishes or public PDA, have you noted the increase in your happiness when they understand your silence, weaknesses and do something to add to your daily dose of happiness, in everyday routines?

Along with the love toward an other person, self love is gaining so much popularity these days. The keywords like mental health, depression, anxiety are quite common that I wonder the essence of uplifting the issue would get drowned amidst the generalisation by the millennial. Though the good thing that came out of it is the self-love quotes and messages flying around reinforcing us to look into ourselves. Words are quoted from the religious texts and books, to the extent that one-liners are made out of nothing, and called as a philosophical quote! Hope the smarter people get into touch with themselves aligning with the intention of the source of these messages.

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Welcoming 2019

As 2018 ends and a new year begins, I nudge myself up to water my creative cells. I checked upon the photo challenge #fmspad which I did successfully in previous years. The photo prompt was “yellow”. I kept humming the Coldplay Yellow song wondering what yellow thing in the house could be my guinea pig this time. My eyes rested upon the yellow bed sheet below me. The brown flowers called out to me for attention.

…And I wondered why not this bedsheet? A simple Bombay Dyeing bedsheet and unmatched pillow covers of another bedsheet set. Will it get into my instagram feed?

The questions were looking at me, one by one. I slowly realised I was always questioning, rather overthinking for such a small casual phone click? The other invisible soul in me continue throwing questions at me though (…Casual phone click? An iphone click is now a casual click for you? Don’t you have shame to post this bedsheet to public? How dare you reveal your privacy in public?…)

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Scribbled Memories

Laugh or not but the below images are of something I scribbled with pencil in a diary 20 years ago… I loved writing with pencil than pen in those days, with its screeching sound reflecting how I am scrubbing all the dirt from my mind away…

Stumbled across old journals while shifting home and ended up reading them doing soul searching for today. Some notes were unrelated, some so naive and judgemental, some crazy weird gibberish nonsense! Realised that some thoughts have roots so deep that my heart is aching at the slow realisation of the gravity of how hard it is to pull them out!??.??

The second one is few more years older but without any date. Still wondering why am I posting this! ???.??Unfortunately though I really want to renew the reading habit, I haven’t got past few pages of the book in the third one. So bringing myself to the conclusion that I am posting these to start practising what I read till now! 

Winter Blues

Winter skies
Shrouded in white,
They say it’s fog,
But I say it’s the clog,
Reflection of my mind!

Without any grind
I dunno why
It cries
And covers up
In blankets of blues
Like the winter hues…

The roots seem to be of fear,
To get close to anyone near,
The wind of dark thoughts
Sways the trees about.
The leaves has all shed now
And with no shade left,
I don’t see anyone how
Would come to me next.

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The train journey

It was a hot summer evening, and the train station was crowded with the families enjoying vacation travel. Any vacation was incomplete if we don’t visit our family, and I was doing the same that day.

I was alone in the compartment, comfortably settled onto my window seat and reading my favourite Sidney Sheldon book, when the people started coming. One by one, they occupied the seats near me. One of them was a lively and noisy family, a man and his wife, with a young daughter of age below 5. I was already having nightmares in the day thinking of how I would sleep at night amidst them. I hated sounds and lights while I am asleep. Maybe I am a light sleeper. I prepared myself for the worse time ahead, returning to my book. My thoughts slowly went back to fantasizing the characters of my book again.

“Hey, where are you getting down?”
I looked up.

“The last stop”.

Never reveal much to strangers. I wondered whether I should ask them back about their destination too, but the second thoughts of having a long conversation stopped me short.

I went back to reading, assuming they got my reluctance.

It was just before dinner, I saw him entering with a backpack. Finding his seat next to me, he unpacked his stuff and shoved it below the bench. Since I had placed my bags next to me on his seat he sat in front of me, next to the stout man and wife handling their toddler child. He was petite and tall and small eyes with black-rimmed spectacles, the contemporary rectangular style. I stole glances at him, while he settled down, straightening his hair which had got dishevelled in the windy night. He too noticed me, but not as much I was noticing him. Continue reading →