washed reminders
Seeing washed clothes, hanging on the clothesline and merrily romancing the soft kisses of the spotless sunshine - makes me think:
No matter how dirty it gets, you can always wash it off and start afresh.
Shine me green!
I have to admit - i have a thing for trees against skies. And this one, i couldn’t take my eyes off the greens together in one place. :)
Found this garment label lying around. Quickly scribbled these three words on it and hung it by my doorside. So everytime i step out of home now, i’ll remember what is to be done! :)
Sky sky, up so tall
How many seasons are there in all?
In India, we all grew up learning that the season cycle is a four-quadrant, mainly these:
- Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring
In another time, my aunt, who is a teacher in Canada, remarked to me that although most of the western world does correspond to this cycle, India does not. That got me thinking and i knew that this cycle carried its fallacy when seen in the context, for one undeniable reason - it didn’t cater for our beloved, our muse, our Monsoons!
So i did a quick research on google, the electronic as well as the other one and here’s the crux.
The Hindu calendar is what captures the seasonal moods of the Indian sub-continent in a pertinent way. Each season is called ‘Ritu’ (for those who know Hindi, it’s spelt with the Rishi wala ऋ) which means an appointed time or course of things. Each year’s song is composed of six melodies of Ritus:
1. Vasant (spring) - March 20 to May 20
2. Greeshma (summer) - May 20 to Jul 20
3. Varsha (monsoon) - Jul 20 to Sep 20
4. Sharad (autumn) - Sep 20 to Nov 20
5. Hemant (pre-winter) - Nov 20 to Jan 20
6. Shishir (winter) - Jan 20 to Mar 20
I hope that we in India start teaching this cycle too, alongside the world-dominant four-pronged one too. This one carries the true colours and changes we see in our daily lives, each year and it only makes sense to be able to recognize each melody correctly - only then can we appreciate the song.
Reverse Metamorphosis
Tracing back from the a vividness which would put a rainbow to shame to the first tentative attempts at moving the brush over this new surface.
Lovely sunrise light piercing through the nip of mountain air. It’s wonderful to watch the sunshine spread and cover the whole clutch of mountains around you till the whole lands glows with warmth and gratitude.
Taken at Mukteshwar, Uttarakhand, India.
A sudden burst of rain and hailstones on a hot, sultry day in Hyderabad changed the mood everywhere. As we stood under a tree for cover, this quiet little spot of vintage serenity caught my eyes.
Taken in Hyderabad, India
One day, the notice board in my room will resemble this. Amen.
I had always heard about clouds with a silver lining; until i saw this. Now i know, seas can have it too.
Taken in Bentota, Sri Lanka.
And it was all yellow…
When i wore its colour, the yellow of the city lights swallowed me in its cacophony and allowed me to swim through it as one of its own.
Taken by a friend in Bangalore, India.
Smells of a Delhi winter afternoon.
Taken in Lodhi Gardens, Delhi, India.
But the Colorado rocky mountain high
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky
The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullabye
Rocky mountain high
He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below
He saw everything as far as you can see
And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun
And he lost a friend but kept his memory…
Missing the Mountains so so much today. Call me soon, call me high.
The little ones shining against the deep blue, clear sky of Mukteshwar. Clustered atop the roof of a tiny pahadi house, planted in forgettable containers of oil or old flower pots, they spruced up the white of the house with their gladness, without making a claim for it.
Taken in a small village in Mukteshwar, India.
One of my oldest, yet one of my most favourite. :)
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Sip the warmth from your mug, grab a cushion, and turn down the music - there is much to be said.
