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Two Dragonflies Chilling By The Ivy Arched Window Pane

We all have one of those days when everything seems unfinished. We are unsure about the chapter on the next blank page, about the pending chores that we left for an apparent tomorrow, about the next moment where we were supposed to begin with a pre-planned activity. This immature mess builds up steadily in the mind’s landfill and becomes a sheer garbage before you realise years have passed!

…..With a chill timid breeze beating up gently, I stand behind my tea stained ebony railing, facing hundreds of willow trees. It is a fresh two day getaway before I join my allied mess. All I’m sure about at this point is the imagination running through the wilderness of my mind, that moment. My mind’s wafting wilderness itches the strangeness of the evening. Far away, I can see two dragonflies chilling by the ivy arched window pane. One goes to the other and showers all the love it has. Your golden laced wings are beautiful, it says. The vines running along my ebony railing goes and ends above that rose cottage. The tender pink roses have bloomed and merged onto the corner of roof. They had a tough misty morning. They just dried themselves out from the drenching dew and a tiring work session. Don’t even get me started about the sunflowers standing near the silver door. Their fashion parade in the noon to attract the bee swarm was such a drama- I have lesser drama in my life. 

My coffee arrives as I start looking into the crisp green grass. I look back into the willows and everything strikes back, but in bits. I get the clarity of my mess as I sip and stare into the chamomiles amid the crisp greens. The whites gave me confidence to sail through the plume of unorganised thoughts.

My perfumed skin felt numb against all that I was trying to push inside me; fragility was a reason. In the bizarre evening, I try to tune the mess to art, little by little. I try to mouth emptiness into beauty, make music in the ash grey heaven. I also try to understand you like how the paper supple roses mend itself, get you. 

It is just another day where I figured out that this is the reason why nature never goes outdated. It mends you. It mends you like no other, from within. 

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if i’m let

over the crumbled glass
veiled on the sidewalk
striding
my constrained steps i count within
narrow time frame
under cotton-like
golden threaded shreds
wanting to be concealed amidst fragile beauty
untouched
to find the self elsewhere
blooming, cringing
clasped above mediocre
if i’m let-
to be lost, misled
to step on the glass
and lose a drop of blood

 

Featured Image Location: Bombay (now known as Mumbai)
 Photographed by my friend.

 

 

Continuation of ‘A Dry Beach!’

This is the continuation post of ‘A dry beach!’ posted on March 13, 2015. If you have not seen that post of mine, please go and check it out. You’ll be surely amazed.

I happened to visit it again today.
A bit of spy work? Yes, to see if water has returned from its vacation.
And it did.

The beach is now full of life. Right from the baby sculptors to the food stalls, everything has returned back. Here are a few snaps. Sadly, I couldn’t capture the sunset today.

Silchar to Guwahati- An adventure

Some adventure in your summer trip is like a topping on your pizza, right?

It seems like I had an overloaded topping. We didn’t do paragliding, rock climbing or bungee jumping.. We just travelled from Silchar to Guwahati in Assam (state)via Meghalaya (state) as a part of our north east tour. The route was so much dangerous, we didn’t realize it completely until we started travelling. We could have chosen a clearer route, but for the sake of adventure and fun we selected this.

We hired a vehicle that could bear the rough and tough route. The best part of this journey was the driver. He had such a peculiar laugh that he cracks a joke and he laughs and we laugh on his laughter.

3 sure shot things you’ll get for free after that trip.

  • Thrilling experience
  • Back pain
  • Belief in god if you’re an atheist

The roads are too narrow. It is actually a path that can be covered within a span of 2 hours. But with the traffic, landslides, diversions, road blocks and the narrow roads it took us 10 hours. In between, we halted at the Meghalaya view point and a lake. That took us 1 and a half hour.

The experience-

In the start we thought it’d be okay, but as the journey progressed, we could barely find any roads. It was just a random cleared rough path. It took us so long because every half an hour we had to halt due to traffic jams. Other times it was a block because of the breakdowns of random vehicles.

The funniest part of the journey for me was—

We were stuck up in a place for more than an hour, in a very sharp turn actually. That is when my mom and aunts started chanting the hymns of god out of fear.

No offense, but it seemed way too funny to me. They were scared if we’ll reach Guwahati alive.

 

The scenes—

We saw the India-Bangladesh border on the way. On the way we found a few cyclists too, taking an adventurous trip. And once we reached Meghalaya, it was heaven. The name’s literal meaning was proved to be real. We were in between the clouds and enjoyed that a lot. It was amazing to see people clad in the traditional dresses carrying conical cane and bamboo baskets. One cannot simply ignore the houses there. Its architecture is seriously STUPENDOUS. (We even thought to stay there instead of coming back) Sadly, I couldn’t photograph any of the houses because the camera’s battery was too low. Those brightly coloured independent houses with a wide balcony on the top floor which had plants with brightly coloured flowers were a visual treat. I was jaw-dropped throughout.

Overall, we reached Guwahati safely bringing a bag full of thrilling stories. That was memorable.

 

P.S- The quality of most of the photos is bad as the camera’s battery was too low. Apologies!

A dry beach!

One fine evening, we decided to go to a beach. We haven’t been there before, but we managed to get the directions right and reached there! We were excited. Something was waiting for us, we never knew!

I and my uncle started walking on the sands that seemed like cemented floor. What do you expect to find in a beach? If you’re expecting for water, then that’s too much I say!

Because this beach is dry! We were shocked. We literally walked in search of water on a beach! Too much ironical, isn’t it? The gentle breeze didn’t fail to give the feel, but ‘water, water, where are you?!’ – This was our condition. The panorama was lovely. The serene land wasn’t obscured by water. We kept walking and walking towards the sea for nearly a kilometer and still in vain. In more half a kilometer we might have reached the water, we could actually see from there, but already the sun set was on and we had to be back to the shore before dark. In the night during high tides, the water comes to the shore and by next morning it returns back. To be honest, we were scared that the levels may start rising anytime, so we returned back safely! The floor was designed like a half melted chocolate, but mind it, it was not sticky at all. I walked barefooted throughout. And once you reach the middle of the beach and look up, you’ll be mesmerized – ‘Is it a land of fairy tale?’

Beach floor near the shore
The floor as we move inside. It looks and feels like a chocolate, but not sticky.
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Sand on the shore looks cemented.

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It was a breathtakingly amazing experience!
The beach was dry during the month of January but I don’t know about its present condition. I’ll surely post whenever I visit the beach again!

A little about ‘the city of joy’

It was during last summer when I had been to the east of India. It was an amazing experience, travelling places at a stretch with my relatives.

The first spot we covered up was ‘The City of Joy’, named after the novel by Dominique Lapierre. It’s Kolkata, the capital of West Bengal located on the east bank of Hooghly river.

The main attractions of the capital are the Victoria Memorial, Kalighat Kali Temple, Dakshineshwar Kali Temple, Eden Gardens, Birla Planetarium, Birla mandir and the list goes on…

Oh yes, New Market and Gariahat makes you wonder ‘Such things really does exist?’ and are an ultimate shoppers’ stop. Quite different from the trendy malls but one can’t afford to miss these.

If you get a good vehicle along, it’s possible to take a quick view of the city but mind it, right from sunrise till midnight it takes. Too hectic, but worth it. Early morning we visited Dakshineshwar temple. The temple compound, apart from the nine-spired main temple, contains a large courtyard surrounding the temple, with rooms along the boundary walls. There are twelve shrines dedicated to Shiva—Kali’s companion—along the riverfront, a temple to Radha-Krishna, a bathing ghat on the river, a shrine dedicated to Rani Rashmoni. ‘Nahavat-Khana‘, the chamber in the northwestern corner just beyond the last of the Shiva temples, is where Ramakrishna spent a considerable part of his life.
The positive energy circulating in and around the Temple is passed on to us, binding us to the spiritual world. (nothing superstitious)

Our second visit was to Victoria Memorial. It is a large marble building which was built between 1906 and 1921. It is dedicated to the memory of Queen Victoria (1819–1901) and is now a museum and tourist destination under the auspices of the Ministry of Culture. The Memorial lies on the Maidan (grounds) by the bank of the Hooghly river, near Jawaharlal Nehru road.

Front view- Victoria Memorial
Front view- Victoria Memorial
A chariot outside the memorial. Chariot rides are common over there.
A chariot outside the memorial. Chariot rides are common over there.

You get into the centre of the hall and stare up— that makes you stand jaw-dropped! Cheers to the architecture: the dome looks lovely! (I was quite like this) Then, grabbing a view of the photos put up there swallows up a lot of time, but a quick glance would work (or else it’d take a whole day).

Then the engine pulls off. Capturing Eden Gardens (biggest cricket stadium of India), Writers’ building (secretariat of West Bengal) which has an AMAZING view, all the beautiful old streets of Kolkata, the age-old trams, Howrah Bridge ( it’s almost every Indian’s dream to travel on this) in our hearts and cameras, we head towards the Kalighat temple. With all the happiness we enter the temple for more of happiness but returning with a pint of disappointment that it has turned into a business hub; we sigh and get on the cars again. Kalighat has goddess Kali, having long protruded tongue made of gold. This is a different appearance from the other visualizations of goddess Kali.

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Writers’ building
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Writers’ building

By this time, it was evening when we headed forward to shop. The busy narrow lanes, lit up by the dim yellow lights— Gariahat is a superb place. Purses emptied and bags filled with stuff – ‘from useful material to fascinating crappy tit-bits’. Still not satisfied, we sigh as usual and say “Out of time, remaining shopping in the next visit”. (practically no space in our car left). After that exhausting walk, we set off to a famous chai-wala(tea vendor) who offers strong and flavoursome tea in a very small earthen pot and samosas to eat. Our minds now stay refreshed, filled bellies (I didn’t have tea though, I hate it)

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Travelling on Howrah bridge
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Gariahat- Shoppers’ stop
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Birla Mandir (Temple) Photography is prohibited inside- photographed from the roadside.

On the way back, a halt at Birla Mandir (temple) was a visual treat. The marble building, the architecture, the majestic and exotic chandeliers, artsy sculptures of deities Krishna and Radha mesmerized us.

We bundled up heaps of peace from there and left, to our place.

We covered up almost everything. A day full of excitement and happiness! True that it’s ‘City of Joy’.

To be continued…