Weekly Photo Challenge: I’d Rather Be

I’d Rather Be…

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Waking up as the first rays of sun pour into my bedroom,

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and watch this little one go moo moo first thing in the morning.

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Or make my knees green by rolling in these grass fields

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and sometimes build hay stakes on the hill slopes.

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Spend the noon counting unripe mangoes on the tree I planted in my childhood,

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and plucking strawberries from our garden,

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Or may be look around for wild berries in the jungle.

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I would watch the sparrows perched on our wooden terrace,

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and build a scarecrow to fly them away from the crop.

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I would spend the evening listening to the sound the river makes as it flows down the valley,

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and wait for another day in this place I once called Home. 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Glow

It has been a while since I participated in Weekly Photo Challenge. Mostly because I like clicking pictures of nature mainly mountains, flowers, insects but it’s hard to spot such things in Delhi. Now that I am at home. I do post photographs sometimes in Instagram. I don’t claim to be a photographer, and I don’t even have a legitimate camera but photography is something I enjoy. I was going through this week’s challenge and thought what could be better than posting Diwali pictures for ‘glow’ theme but then it turned out to be a different kind of ‘glow’. Guys at WPC wanted us to post pictures taken at the Golden hour which is is the time of the day before sunset or after sunrise, when the light is soft and glowing.

Luckily I came across these beautiful creatures a few minutes back. I hope they do justice to the theme.


For Weekly Photo Challenge.

The Village Diaries-2

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. … There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”

—Rachel Carson, Silent Spring

Lush green fields in the neighborhood.

A group of Mynas in our courtyard.

An old cat trying to hunt birds on a bottlebrush tree.

Migratory birds perched on top of mango trees.

My aunt’s new born calf. She would probably be a cow by now.


The Village Diaries


“There you’ll find the place I love most in the world. The place where I grew thin from dreaming. My village, rising from the plain. Shaded with trees and leaves like a piggy bank filled with memories. You’ll see why a person would want to live there forever. Dawn, morning, mid-day, night: all the same, except for the changes in the air. The air changes the color of things there. And life whirs by as quiet as a murmur…the pure murmuring of life.”
(Juan Rulfo)

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There was some problem with this one so I had to repost this. I don’t have much time these days but I want to keep this blog thing going on. I don’t want to abandon it as yet, so I’ll keep posting some pictures or quotes. Bear with me.

Imperfect Love

We like to walk on lanes,

that are less travelled by,

And roam in unseen,

unheard places.

We like cooking meals together,

I cut onions, and

he wipes my tears.

He leaves the dishes unwashed.

and I forgive him every morning.

We like watching movies,

and laugh at silly scenes together.

He with his crooked teeth,

Me with my scarred cheeks.

We built forts in our dirty room,

and lie in tangled sheets.

We fight for the tiniest of things,

and then make up in a jiffy.

In a world striving for perfection,

We have found an imperfect love.

imperfectlove

*****

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Muse

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And Finally It rained…

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A Purple Affair

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Make A Wish…

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Paving The Way For A New Day…

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Don’t Take My picture Without My Permission…

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Home Is Where The Kids Are…

To me, nature is the ultimate muse… the birds perched on trees around our house, the flowers growing in our garden or the beautiful sunset as seen from our rooftop. I find nothing as beautiful and mesmerizing as nature.

Inspired by this week’s photo challenge.

Writing 101: A Place Called Home

Far away in the abode of the Himalayas, lies a small town, a place where I spent my entire childhood. That was the time when I didn’t know that something exists beyond those mountains. Even when I am miles away from that place I still feel it, I see it in my dreams almost every day. I’ve a different kind of connection to that place, a connection that has remain intact even after a decade I left it.

There are memories associated with every single thing, each one igniting a beautiful emotion within me. You know, a particular smell engulfs my hometown, a different kind of smell. It’s a mixture of the smell of wet mud, smoke and wood. No place that I have ever been to equals the aroma and ambiance of my place. I feel like, we the natives of that town, somehow own that aroma.

And the air, it has a different kind of calmness to it.  The way it flows and touches your skin, you can feel the tenderness; you can feel its love for you.The unending sky especially during the months of October or November takes your breath away. You can spend hours just gazing at it. The picturesque nights during Diwali when the entire town is lightened with different kind of bulbs twinkling all over the valley are mesmerizing, nothing could be more beautiful than that.

Winters are the best times of the year. I can’t describe the way I used to wait for the snowfall each year and the moment I would see one or two snowflakes in the sky, I would shout with joy, “oye barf padne lag gyi”. It was fun. Every day was a new day, every moment filled with a little surprise.

All those memories are still there in my mind: Shopping at Gandhi Chauk, running through the streets of Siltham, our school bus going all around the town, walking to school sometimes through the narrow lanes of Dharamshala line, the crowded markets during Diwali, the fairs at moshtamanu , all those pahadi Holi songs, Kumauni folk dance at school, the chilling cold in winters, those plums and peaches, kafals and hisalu (local fruits), that bhatt ka saag and gauhat ki daal (local cuisine). How can I ever forget that? After all, those were the best things and the best moments of my life.

On the eve of leaving my place about a decade ago, I sat on the roof top and looked all around the town, trying to capture everything on my mind. I was sad but didn’t cry until the last moment when I got to see the last glimpse of my town. That was the moment I actually realized that my childhood is over. That was the time to enter the real world away from my paradise.

My hometown taught me to see dreams, to rise above those mountains and to cross every roadblock. Its beauty, its culture, its authenticity, all made me a peaceful person, as calm as the winds blowing during winters, as soft as the snowflakes falling off the sky.

 For me it’s the best place in the world. And I would love to go back there someday and never leave again. Life would be so much more beautiful.