Posts Tagged ‘random thoughts’


It took me a little time in deciding what I’d post in this theme; I went through my albums again and again. I did find a few pictures that rightly befitted the theme ‘layer’, but the scrutinising board of my mind did not let any of those images to pass. I looked over these pictures- it had layers for sure, but what was it that my heart couldn’t accept them?


my entry for PADE #6

The layer of those houses which are homes or even heavens to the ones who reside there, the layer of green which makes our survival possible…the layer of vacancy—that gives us what we intake in every breath, and those beautiful layer of illusive clouds, which gives a bud of deceptive imagination to almost every one born on the earth. In short, my brain said—this pic has life, it has the cause of life, imagination, and the genuine truth of air that proves the presence of something real, right in front of our eyes still which we are incapable of seeing—it screams in its inaudible voice the truth we may take a life time to learn- not what we see is true always, not what we don’t see is untrue always. In short, I found my thoughts wandering in every dimension from this pic. Still my heart did not say it was complete.


And for this picture, the layers of silence, the layers of mightiness, the layers of what forms our home planet—revealing and unrevealing tales of existence…, leading from one side to another (it is a cave).

Still my heart fixed with an incomplete sigh.!

I looked up in the dictionary-the meaning of layer. And it said nothing that I didn’t know of.


I browsed my laptop for pictures, just then I found this-

And my heart skipped a beat—so many layers, all together, is it even possible? Or was it my eyes deceiving me again? The layer of un-comparable beauty of an Indian bride, the veil of shyness, the layer of fear, nervousness of what the life after this day beholds, a concealed layer of happiness for getting married after 10 years of love, the pride, the sadness in her eyes for leaving the home that she grew up in…and many more I cannot even feel.

And it is only now, i feel that the post about ‘Layer’ is complete, these three pictures define what layer means to me, however, if I have to choose only one for PADE, I’d nominate the first pic, though the last pic toouches my heart, still photography wise, I think the first deserves it more. 🙂

This post is a part of PADE, a 31 day photo challenge wherein each participant will post an image according to the theme of the day. To know more about is, click here.



Rain and The Irony of Life

rain1On a rainy day like this, when the air is filled with that scent of wet soil, I see her take some time to close her eyes and feel the air that rushes in… I see her look outside the window, slowly extending her hand and feeling the shower between her fingers. I see her smile when those little drops touch her skin and dance away beyond vision… I smile.

There! I see them dance, I see them sing, and I see them pull one another to feel the mesmerising craze. I see him holding her hand, and smiling contently as he looks up.

I smile now. For, it is immensely beautiful to be the smile on her lips, to be the music of their dance; to be the excuse of his contentment. And, for a moment it makes me forget about the pain of separation, and it makes me forget about my increasing distance from him. He sees her wet hair and those pearl like drops on her face, and calls her beautiful; and I take pride in myself. I made her feel beautiful! I laugh now.

And then when the friendly wind makes me go here and there, teasing me with its changing directions, I dance that inclined dance. I rush down, hither and thither, with all smiles and dances.

A crazy laughter can take you to a heaven. And those little children! They make you forget you aren’t a child. So I dance my way down, rushing and wetting everyone on my way.

But then when I fade away with the last drops falling on the earth, it makes me weep. For it makes me realise-not every happiness lasts long, not every dance goes on forever, not every laughter echoes endlessly. And then it makes me miss him even more. What an irony! I roll down away from the sky, so that I can keep meeting him again, we bid goodbye to each other so that we can greet again, we separate because we want to be together, forever. rain4

And the people around me, they don’t even realise my pain, they are just happy to see the beauty of nature enrich on its own.

What an irony indeed! What is grief for one, is happiness to some other; what is failure to one, is victory of another, what is end of one, is beginning of another.

And I wait here, hiding beneath their footsteps, counting down time, waiting to melt away in your arms, as I accept every tear with the hope of smiling again…rain2_thumb.jpg