I don’t know if that Manjadi tree still exists at my native place, but if it does then I know where to look for our little one, once he grows up, during our summer trips to the village home.
Alley of Dreams
Musings of a dreamer lost in this world of realities....
Monday, July 16, 2012
Holding a Handful of Happiness.....
I don’t know if that Manjadi tree still exists at my native place, but if it does then I know where to look for our little one, once he grows up, during our summer trips to the village home.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Art in the Flights of Fantasy
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
The Years shall run like rabbits.....
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Thus spake the Butterfly....
~Hans Christian Anderson
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Bidding Bye by the Bay.....
The highlight of the trip was a ride through the various villages of Goa with Anup and Amay on a 'Ganesha-spotting-spree’.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Memoirs of a Rainy Rendezvous.....
To find someone who will love you for no reason, and to shower that person with reasons, that is the ultimate happiness.
~Robert Brault
And when that ‘special someone’ urges you to revive your blog just so that she can read it sitting miles away (probably during a well earned break after a hard day’s work)....what would you write about? Well I couldn’t think of anything else but about those vivid memories of a rainy rendezvous with a ‘near stranger’ who’d soon become a ‘far companion’.
It happened almost a year back. The Monsoons were at their zenith and I decided to travel down south the Indian peninsula to fulfill a promise given to this someone special. The otherwise dry Deccan landscape was covered in a green tapestry of brimming life. The sun beams split into a myriad spectrum of colours across the cloud laden sky, almost like an impressionist watercolour. There was a nip in the air, hinting that the rains were there to stay.
The anticipation before meeting up with someone is probably the best and the worst part of actually meeting that person, and especially so, if you’ve been planning to give her a surprise. Well, as it turned out to be, in the end there is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved.
As I walked out that rainy evening with her, climbing up a ridge to the so called ‘End Point’ which overlooks a magnificent valley, little did I realise that it was the beginning of a journey of a lifetime. A lifetime of happiness and sorrows, of light and shadows, of hopes and dreams....
The rain drenched streets wore a new hue that day...it is actually difficult for me to pin point that hue...so i captured it in celluloid and believe me, that colour was all I could see.....it was everywhere....
On the petite petals of a lone flower in a fern covered swale....
On the smiling faces of a happy family of lilac blooms....
On the fresh foliage of the plants in the park...
Splashed on the monsoon evening sky....
Even the evening light had that mystic glow....
Was it pale Indigo ? Or a Purple haze?...no it was Sheer Lilac...or was it Mauve?
May be it was Twilight Lavender....indeed the light had a tinge of Amethyst like glow...
Almost as if I was looking at the world through fuchsia tinted lenses....
We walked through the undulating lanes, carefully stepping around the puddles of rainwater reflecting the azure sky , gazing at the valley below us lying outstretched till the horizons. My camera conducted its ‘unassigned role’ well... that of being the ‘conversation piece’. The ice breaker....
As we watched the sun set behind the clouds and felt the first few raindrops on our faces...we knew it was time to return back...back to the world of family, of friends, of relationships, rules and realities.
With so many words left unspoken...
so many dreams left unshared....
so many thoughts left suspended....
we walked back to part ways to the worlds where we lived our separate lives. As I boarded the overnight bus to Goa, I looked out of the window once again, for one last glimpse of her which I could treasure in my box of memories and then....at that moment I realised, she was wearing a lavender coloured dress.