Reflections - A Journey Through Life

Color of life Cars stopped at a red light. I looked around. A couple in the car beside mine. Glow of wealth visible on their skin. A hand rested lazily on the open window sill. The long row of multicolored bangles on her hand stood out brightly. The colors…sign of wealth and happiness. The colors spoke aloud—look at us, we are the symbols of life and joy. Night fell. At a corner of my footpath lay a middle-aged old woman, half reclined. Skin sooty black, wrinkled and ravaged from long periods, maybe whole life on streets. Her sari, though once normal, now had turned blackish just like her skin. On her lap lay a child. Deeply undernourished inevitably. Layers of dirt and poverty covered him from head to toe. Together they merged nicely with the half-lit street corner…except for the shockingly out-of-place row of bangles on the hands of the woman. They tried to tell a story of life, yet untold. It was morning again. Busy hours. My car stopped. Accident scene. I looked out. ...

It's not the same sky I had been to a place on the seashore a few years back. It was June. The sky was cloudy with occasional showers. All day long we roamed on the deserted wide sea beach and then on the river banks, all the while clicking away merrily. Capturing what you see in a photo frame satisfactorily feels great. We felt like caged birds set free in the open sky. Enjoyment was thorough. On the day of departure, we confined our morning photo session to the garden of our lodge.   Kashful Our stay was in a two storied lodge with a large garden area. Most of the greens were grassland. The grass had grown now with slim stalks holding white flowers. It is a type of Kashful . During the autumn, our grasslands used to be transformed into beautiful shoulder high white carpets by the proliferation of Kashful . Here on the seashore it is a shorter variety but nevertheless as beautiful. Somehow I never ceased to love these white carpets of grass flowers.  R...