Afternoon Discovery
Now that’s what i call free time transportation. When Mumbai reminded me of the streets of post WW II Italy.
Afternoon Discovery
Now that’s what i call free time transportation. When Mumbai reminded me of the streets of post WW II Italy.
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished
and fully past and gone;
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
on Old long syne..
On Old long syne my Jo,
in Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
on Old long syne.
My heart is ravisht with delight
when thee I think upon;
All Grief and Sorrow take the flight
and speedily is gone;
The bright resemblance of thy Face
so fills this, Heart of Mine;
That Force nor Fate can displease
for Old long syne.
On Old long syne my Jo,
in Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
on Old long syne.
Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief
when from thee I am gone;
will not thy presence yield relief
to this sad Heart of mine;
Why doth thy presence my defeat
with excellence divine;
Especially when I reflect
on Old long syne.
On Old long syne my Jo,
in Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
on Old long syne…
Auld Lang Syne- roughly translated as “old long since” or “for the sake of old times” is an old Scots poem written by Robert Burns in 1778, set to the tune of a traditional folk song.
Traditionally sung to celebrate the start of New Year, it is also sung at funerals, graduations, farewells or as an ending to occasions.
I came across this in a friend’s blog a long time back and revisited it yesterday as it played in the background of SatC movie. It reminds me of silent woods, winter walks and fireplace memories.
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
In the end, all we need is a space and someone to share with..
Taken in Khirki (window) Masjid (mosque), Delhi, India. It’s said to be the only mosque in North India with most of its area covered. An unusual design for a mosque from the Sultanate period.
Old, abandoned houses always intrigue me. Especially if their gate is rusted and locked with a rusted lock. I look at the house and it feel as if its looking back at me saying, “I hold so much within me. I’ve captured snippets of time with me. Do you wanna know?” Spooky, i know. But my fascination doesn’t die.
Taken in sector 8, Chandigarh, India.
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