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Weekly Photo Challenge: Foreign

This weeks photo challenge in wordpress is Foreign. I am taking a little liberty this time in my interpretation of the same and posting a photo which is little different than what I post regularly here. I have edited the image in Picasa, I was not really sure what I wanted to do with this photograph but in the end after some wild experiments, I ended up with the photograph which looks like this.

I like this picture for its unusual tone and different feel, which is more like a painting. Also, posting here few lines from my friend which I think suits this picture…

फलक ने की थी अदा परवाज़ जिनको,
वोह आशियाँ की चाहत में कर चलें अपने परों का सौदा |

– Rama Singh

Weekly Photo Challenge: Mine

This weeks wordpress weekly photo challenge is Mine.  I am posting here one of the indoor clicks which I took some time ago while reading a book.

Books and the whole experience of reading is an symbol of solitude for me. And the experience is what I truly cherish. I am very possessive about my books and share a very special relationship with all the books I read. Since the beginning when I started reading books I have habit of marking and noting down views and my comments in the margins of the book and by the time I finish a book its all the more important for me. I rarely share my books.

Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times?” Mo had said…”As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.

– Cornelia Funke

Organised Chaos

I always think of cities as organised chaos and being born and brought up in one of the Asian metropolis, I have seen and experienced this chaos which runs deep even inside of people living in these cities.

Somehow, the melange of emotions, people and serendipity keeps this chaos alive. The story continues, the city keeps breathing and organised chaos lives on.

May be that’s what you call solitude !!

That last click before camera goes back into the bag.

And we wait for another dawn, another day and another hope, before we slow down, make a plan, rejuvenate and come back again.