The Magic Of Lights - The Sunset

A magical experience 

As I sit quietly and stare into the horizon, the sky starts to change colours. The rush in the water starts to slow down. The urgency that was there all day now is fading away. The dragonfly skips in the water creating ripples. A butterfly is flying around looking for her friend, a crimson flower. Slowly the heat is replaced by a soft balmy wind that ruffles my hair. There is a lilting melody playing somewhere far away. The sun and sky start their beautiful dance, as the former slowly dims its rays and paints the horizon a bright shade of crimson. The sky kicks off its heels to create beautiful patterns in the sky. The clouds act as props to create patterns. The blue sky is now slowly turning orange and then pink and now there is peach colour flowing from the sun. The clouds keep flying here and there as if to decide if they want to stay with the blue sky or the orange sun. Relaxed stokes of purple are now creating a masterpiece. 

As I watch this magic happen, I realize it’s been almost two years that I’ve not seen a sunset. There was always something more important than taking a moment to feel this beautiful picture that nature creates every day. Take a moment breathe in this beauty and feel the calmness around…

 

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 The Lady Who Made Rangolis

- Memoirs of a strangers 

Neighbours; its a word that some get very lucky with. But for others, it may not be so. When I used to stay in Mumbai, I had, what I considered, the best neighbours. People who knew each other and were a part of each other’s lives. However, when I shifted to Pune, that notion changed completely. Other than the usual hellos when you are taking the elevator, nothing much. The warmth of interaction somewhere gave way to the efficiency of aloofness. Though we tried our best but eventually we let it be. We recently shifted houses and here also we found the same way. Of course, we need to make concessions for  the covid times and that people don’t want to really mix around, but a smile from your eyes or just a return of greetings?

It is not that everyone is like that, but I suppose a rare spine of the dice has me  come across people who seemed rude. (I can be wrong but when you greet A  PERSON GOOD MORNING AND GET A Grunt in reply. What would you say) Over the years staying here we figured that people didn’t really like being too friendly, and that differed from people to people? The neighbours staying right opposite us fit that bill. The first and the only thing I knew about them was that every day there would be a new rangoli in front of their doors. I have to say, it was beautiful and I really do appreciate the effort of doing this every day. One day I saw her making it, I initiated a conversation wishing her good morning and telling her how beautiful her art is. Got a cold response of a good morning and thank you. Post that whenever we saw each other it was always like that, I eventually let it be. But I did appreciate her discipline as I am currently trying very hard to stay on a plan and be disciplined and I know how tough it is to follow a routine. 

Recently they shifted out. Now whenever I open my doors, I don’t see that beautiful white powder designs which I got used to seeing. Honestly, I miss that. Weirdly, I miss that neighbour whom I really never spoke to.  Does make me think if I should have tried harder. Its interesting how a small thing associated with someone can become a memoir…

A ode to romance

Some Of the most magical dialogues:
1. : I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right? Yeah. I know that. I know what it is not to feel like your in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know... you're with him. You're his.

2. Dear Gerry, you said you wanted me to fall in love again, and maybe one day I will. But there are all kinds of love out there. This is my one and only life, And its a great and terrible and short and endless thing, and none of us come out of it alive. I don't have a plan... except, it's time my mom laughed again. She has never seen the world... she has never seen Ireland. So, I'm taking her back where we started... Maybe now she'll understand. I don't know how you did it, but you brought me back from the dead. I'll write to you again soon. P.S... Guess what?

3. Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you

4. All I know is, if you don't figure out this something, you'll just stay ordinary, and it doesn't matter if its a work of art or a taco, or a pair of socks! Just create something... new, and there it is, and its you, out in the world, out side of you and you can look at it, or hear it, or read it, or feel it... and you know a little more about... you. A little bit more than anyone else does... Does that make any sense at all?

Unfold the Un-Noticed

The doodle on the paper, the unexpected hug… those eyes focused at you in a room full of people………….

Every now and then life gives you those hints which most of the times we miss, which most of the times just goes unnoticed, which most of the time doesn’t have TIME. All of us are just so busy in the rigmarole of life that it is impossible to even think that life would give you hints for itself. Like us we think life is also very busy ‘BEING BUSY’ but that my friend is not really true, well at least I think so.

‘Life is a mystery, we need to unfold it’ this was said by a dear friend of mine and that time honestly I never understood the meaning of it the way I understand it today. Most of the time we are so busy running in the race for life that forget discovering the mystery, we forget that we have a life. But the irony is that it’s this life only that make us slog like slaves but it’s this life only that makes us realize that not all of it is worth it. And its life only that shows us those small things that we forget to notice.

When was the last time you noticed …The fragrance of the rose, the drops of the dew, the first ray of the sun, the first drop rain, the smile of that stranger whom you’ll never see in life, the giggle of that kid in the neighborhood, the first sip of tea early morning, the shivers in the winter night under your quilt, the known-unknown song which you would hum every morning, the sigh and relief once you hit the bed…. The hug from an old friend, a drop of joy from a loved one….the cloudy sky with shapes of the Dark Lord. There are just so many of them that sometimes it’s impossible to even notice them yet these are signs of life, signs that life is giving you, telling you to stop and enjoy THIS moment…BECAUSE this MOMENT will never come back… Cherish it

Unfold the mystery; unfold life, because life is giving you hints to UNFOLD it…..

Alone in the night

Alone in the night
I shine bright,
Reaching heights of the light.
I am alone but I light
The night.
Alone in the night.

It’s been sometime that you saw me bright,
Alone in the night.
I crackle with sounds
But you’ll never know what lies behind those sounds.
I grow bigger with might
With the winds blowing tight.
Alone in the night

There are loads to hear
Loads to cheer,
Its dark why fear.
I’ll keep you warm,
I’ll keep you strong
Alone in the night

The flames are bright
They fly like kite
Reaching the height of the light
Alone in the night
I shine bright.

Miss The Missing

Missing, what do you really mean by it? The dictionary meaning says “absent, something not being there”. Is it just that, well somewhere nobody really knows? Life keeps throwing its googlies and suddenly while defending yourself from those, one forgets to miss the important things that we have in our lives. Actually some don’t even know what’s important. We get lost in the rigmaroles of life and forget the most important thing, Experiencing LIFE, experiencing the importance of people in them, appreciating them, living with them. We forget to miss, we say it realize it what we actually miss.

Missing, a strong word and irreplaceable feeling. Sometimes we don’t realize how important someone is till the time the person is actually missing. The void, yes when you feel there is a void because of someone then you surely are MISSING. Most of the times we forget to say it out loud. Most of the times there is no point in saying it out loud coz it’s too late. Most of the time you can just say it but nothing will happen, because you and only you are there to experience the feeling. The person concerned is gone, gone forever. It’s imperative that we realize how important life is and the people in them. It’s imperative that we appreciate their existence; we tell them how important they are. How the mere presence of them in our lives makes a difference. Its imperative that we live life, we experience it and tell them how wonderful it is to miss them but how very IMPORTANT it is that they come back because life as we know is not the same without them.

I MISS YOU, I miss you all…… I know I can’t fill the entire void that has been created but I know you can still avoid having any. SO always remember to
Miss The Missing.