when excitement vies with trepidation
when fatigue is overshadowed by hopes
when aspirations are realised
and the world as we know it changes
space time takes on a new dimension
that makes new relationships
alters old ones
from whence springs hope
from whence dreams take wings
and a new life takes being
Presenting The Man of The Hour…
In response to the 77th Tuesday Photo Challenge – Hour
I was going to give this week’s Tuesday Photo Challenge on Signs a miss. Couldn’t pull out anything interesting enough. Mentioned this to my son last evening. After he left for college I walked into his room to square up, and found this cute little scribble he had left for me…
I know he was just pulling my leg, but mums will be mums, and even post silly squiggles done by their kids 😉
O, and just to mildly salvage my reputation, here is the sign above our local train station. The graffiti obviously overshadows…
India being multi-lingual, you will note that the name is displayed in three different languages.
When, for his week 75 Tuesday Photo Challenge, Frank asked us for pictures of stones, my mind immediately went to the collection in my yard.
They may not be extraordinarily pretty, but they hold extraordinary memories, and much like The Little Prince and his Rose, my stones are beautiful to me.
When my son was little, he used to bring these stones home. Every day when I would empty out his school uniform pockets, sure enough there would be a stone. “Why?” I would ask him, and with utmost seriousness he would reply, “I need them to build my big strong house.”
When a man is collecting one stone at a time to build his home, you don’t just throw it away. Nope, you pile it up in the backyard.
There was this one time he got really angry and threatened to “go far away from this house.” I asked him where he proposed to go. After a brief moment of thought he replied, “I can build my house with all my stones and stay there.”
He’s away at college now, and as I went behind to click a picture I thought to myself – Your stones are still waiting for you my little man. Come home soon.
“There might be millions of roses in the world, but you’re my only one, unique rose.”
“It’s the time that you spend on your rose that makes your rose so important.”
– The Little Prince
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
I live 15 minutes away from the beach, which makes it my go to place whenever I want to unwind.
For an early morning walk…
Or a late night stroll…
To snack on some roasted corn…
The dark can be so beautiful!
In response to Week 74 of Frank’s Tuesday Photo Challenge – Dark
Light’s dance floor
In response to Week 73 of the Tuesday Photo Challenge – Water
I realise that so many precious things are blue – the sky, the water, the first prize ribbon.
So when someone needed to protect their precious fruit, it was but natural that they went for blue…
In response to Frank’s Tuesday Photo Challenge – Blue
O the things people do,
they make me blush
they make me mist.
One early morning,
said the sky to the trees.
O I understand,
they make me shiver
they make me shake.
Which is why my eyes
I cover with leaves!
A bit of humour in response to Frank’s Tuesday Photo Challenge – Pink
This is my home
the habitat where I dwell
But you come along
raising all hell.
Call me a bug
try to exterminate
Self-assured of your constant
right to dominate.
The leaves are mine
the earth I leave to you
Extend me the same courtesy
and politely bid adieu.
In response to Frank’s Tuesday Photo Challenge – Bugs
There is a very special staircase that leads up to heaven. Not many know of it, it is no architectural marvel or natural paradise, it draws no hoard of visitors, yet it draws me like a bee to honey.
With each step I feel my body relax and my burdens ease, a unique happiness that only one staircase in the world can give – the steps that lead up to my bedroom.
Obviously I’m biased, and why not…
But there is another little slice of heaven near my home, a place where I can unwind with friends, or just chill out with a book.
A writer’s paradise…
I just l♥ve the wall graffiti leading up 🙂
Thanks to Frank’s Tuesday Photo Challenge – Steps I get to share my haven with you.
Earlier this year I had the good fortune to attended a program called the Manganiyar Seduction by Roysten Able.
It was an innovative concept where 43 musicians are seated in 36 red-curtained cubicles arranged in four horizontal rows one on top of the other. One by one the curtain opens, the cubicle lights up and the singer begins his song. The buildup was dramatic, like a symphony of lights and sound, and the music continues to linger in the recesses of my mind.
The Managaniyars are folk musicians from the desert state of Rajasthan in India and play some pretty interesting indigenous instruments, like the Kamaycha that has a big, circular resonator which produces a deep bass sound, typically consists of nineteen strings, three of gut for melody, two of brass for drone, and fourteen of steel for sympathetic resonanen blocks played by the hands.
Image of Kamaycha curtesy Manganiyar Musicians
In response to Frank’s Tuesday Photo Challenge – Music