Evanescent

 

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ev·a·nes·cent [evəˈnes(ə)nt]
adjective

Soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.

 

When I was a kid, I remember sparrows flocking our front-garden at the break of dawn to gather the grains my mother would scatter on the ground for them. For years it was a daily ritual in our family because our culture believes feeding these beings who can not speak for themselves is the ultimate sacred task.

As happens with urbanization, slowly the chirping of these friends of mine started decreasing. By the time I was in high school, it became just a memory to be nostalgic about because my little friends were nearly extinct in my city.

Several years later my family moved to a new place and to my utmost pleasure and surprise, I’ve been reunited with these childhood friends of mine. There is nothing more pleasing than waking up to their chirping early in the morning.

Of course it means sharing my room with these little hellions who love to build their nest in whatever space they may find in my room. And with it comes the added responsibility of quickly switching off all the fans in the house before any of them can get hurt as they fly about in the house as the lord of the mansion.

Don’t you think my surprise visitors are quite cute?

Roots – The Veins within

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You and I share a bond

Thicker than blood

Past ages… beyond time.

Hidden in the mysteries 

A shadow long gone

You are a book whose page

I itch to turn.

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Is it true?

The rumours I hear,

Are you for real

The root in my veins?

If I could trace back the time I seek

What will the chalice of fate hold still?

I wonder if you’re the root I see

When my world is red

And the shadows weep.

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Hold still, a whisper I hear

The answers you seek

Can ne’er be seen

For the naked eye of human

No truth can see

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Is this you?

Comes my anxious yell

But all is vain

As you keep your mum

And so the voice in  my soul

Turns back to the roots that once held.

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©Jeiji

Reflecting

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сопрано | Introverted Boss

My Music Diary #4

сопрано | Introverted Boss

Google Translate tells me that this song is in Russian. Not that I would know. But then music is the language of the soul. And this song here has definitely touched my soul. I think it is quite safe to say that this will make into my ‘writing inspiration’ playlist. Ohhh… the feels! The feels!!!

Music : Мот feat. Ани Лорак – Сопрано
Drama : Introverted Boss
Have I watched this drama : Not Yet.

Day-dreaming ♡

 

Home – Photography 101

HOME

Home to me is where I can relax and be myself, a place where there is no pretention to be somebody else. A place where I can sip my coffee as I sit at the backdoor and watch the birds fly in the early morning sky and listen to the music that softly plays in my phone placed next to me.  

I am home when I can curl in my bed or the comfortable corner of my room and read my book without someone hovering over my shoulders to see what I am reading. To me, I am home when I can work on my desk in peace – whether it be sketching,painting, daydreaming, writing or pouring out my thoughts in my diary without a sense of time or place.

Home to me is ME when I am being silly in front of the mirror or dancing in the shower to the beat in my head. Because home is HOME.

REBLOG : My mum, the pilot

A story about courage and determination beyond the realms of time. Hats off to the lady that flys.

Hey Loons

Once upon a time, a little girl was told that women shouldn’t fly airplanes …

I grew up knowing ‘mum flew planes’. This was one of a series of simple facts in my childhood: my sister and I were born in London; our parents came from India; dad sang; mum flew.

She told us stories about her teenage flying days ‘looping the loop’ above the clouds and performing steep dives towards the ground. She’d show us her album filled with old sepia photos of her standing proudly next to a small airplane.

The logbook pages had rows of handwritten entries of all her flights, each a flying adventure and she spoke about them with excitement and emotion, tinged with a hint of longing to be up amongst the clouds again.

Our mum, Dhira Chaliha, got her flying wings in 1961, at the age of 21, in India and to us as…

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Coffee Break #2

Hello and welcome to our second coffee-date. I hope you have been well. As for me, I had a month mixed with some good and some bad. But that’s for later. First let me do the introductions for all the newbies who are here on their first coffee-date. 

Let’s start then, shall we?

So… I was introduced to the concept of “virtual coffee date” through Dailypost’s Writing101 workshop. The main idea behind this concept is to post updates, like project news or personal messages about what’s going on in your life. In order to give more structure to my blog, I decided to post on the first day of each month. This way I can write about the past month as well as my expectations from the ongoing one. 

So, are you ready to have a cup of coffee with me?

If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you that I miss my brother. I miss his teasings and being silly with him. Right now, he is busy with his life and I am trying to build mine, which means we are in two different parts of the world. Thanks to the technological developments we are able to talk atleast thrice a week but it’s not like sitting with him and sharing our stories over a tub of ice-cream. But I guess this is what growing-up means. After all even birds have to leave their nest someday. 

If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you about the most anticipated movie of the year. I finally got the opportunity to watch it in theatre. And I am so glad I did! I could have watched it on the DVD when it is released later but it won’t have been as pleasurable  as the experience of watching it in the theatre. But throughout this experience, one thing really stuck with me and I so itched to write about it here. It happened when the national anthem started before the movie began and as expected,  most people stood up in respect as we all should. Yet, there were some who disregarded the fact that it was our national anthem that was playing on the screen and went merrily on their way to find their seats. And we were at a multiplex at that! I am sure most of the people there belonged to the educated class. I thought education teaches us to differentiate right from wrong, good from bad. So, shouldn’t it teach us to respect our national anthem that represents the sacrifies of our ancestors, who gave up their everything so that we, their future generations can reap the harvest of freedom. Is this how we pay them back? Who are we? Literate? Yes. But definitely not educated. 

If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you about the wedding bells that seem to be going on and on. The last month was like one big wedding feast. So many of my friends have gotten married or are soon to be married. Its raining cats and dogs marriages here! Which brings me to the worst question that ever graced the lips of a human – When are you getting married? Lately there have been many people asking me the same question no matter the time, place or company. Like the world is going to tilt and go tumbling down the other way if I do not marry soon! Sometimes I so wish to tell these concered-for-me parties to go screw themselves. If it is the usual question, I can pretend to smile and let go of it, but the conceited looks and smirks discreetly wrapped with this same question makes bombs explode in my head. I wonder what kind of society we live in where people are more concerned to gossip about others than mind their own business. Why?  Just because I am of the suppossed marriagble age, do I get married to any Tom, Dick or Harry thrown my way? And then there is this other party – yes ladies I am pointing to you – the ones who married within the last year or two. The first time you meet them after they are wedded, they act all haughty. Umm… excuse me… but is their any nobel prize that these people might have won for getting married? We might be unmarried but its not like you married and became the President overnight. And the last time I checked, your house was still on that block of land on planet Earth. Was I wrong? Or did you move to Mars after your marriage?

If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you that my first teaching day went quite well. I was a bit nervous amd skeptical about my ability as a teacher, but after my first class, I feel relaxed. Yes, I can do it. Atleast for now. As for the future, I would just remember to take one step at a time. 

If we were having coffee right now… I know you can tell I had a very rant-ish month. I beg your pardon and thank you for lending me your ear to rant. Hope the coming month brings respite so that I share some happy things with you on our next coffee date this June.

Please, let me pay for your virtual coffee. You have done enough listening to my drunk-as-a-duck chit-chat. 

Cheers,

The Dream Booth – The Good, the Bad and the Worst

 

Tonight I was to wake up early but got lazy and wanted to get a few more minutes of zzzz. Needless to say, the few minutes turned to an hour and by the time I woke up, the sun had risen high in the sky as if glaring at me for being such a lazy-bone.

But it wasn’t the sun that had my insides in a twist. It was a dream, a dream somewhere between Harry Potter and the Hunger Games. Of course I was one of the protagonists as it was my dream but so were the two other girls I had befriended when I first arrived at this old castle-ish sort of school. I no longer remember their faces… no scratch that… I don’t even remember if I saw their faces which proves the theory that when we dream, we can only see faces of those we have seen in the real world while others’ remain faceless. May be that is the reason I do not remember the faces of these two girls.

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Through my Lens – Earth

This past week was Planet Earth’s  The planet that is home  to all of us and gracious enough to share with us all that it has. I clicked this image way back in July 2016 but since its summer here right now, I wanted to pitch in a bit of green in memory of the time when mother nature was in full bloom.