Month: February 2015

Mother Earth

The Earth has been called Mother. She is the symbol of patience, endurance and unlimited giving. She provides a static platform for the dynamic dance of life. She remains stoic and unmoving as life moves over her skin, now slithering, now galloping, now walking with a firm, deliberate step. She breathes; her breath misty and […]

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Public Love

Actually, this post ought to be called Facebook Love. I didn’t use it because it might have been a little confusing. You might innocently have thought I was referring to the free, spontaneous meet your soul-mate service that Facebook doesn’t know it runs. As far as possible, one doesn’t want to confuse or confound people […]

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A Piece Of Raw Ginger (II)

Continued from: A Piece of Raw Ginger (I) The storm of her grief shook us both as she clung to me, sobbing. I held her, feeling at once stoic and sympathetic. Grief like that just makes you take a deep breath. You know it needs to be dealt with, one way or another. I held […]

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A Piece Of Raw Ginger (I)

It was still dark. The sun wasn’t out yet, though it was already past six in the morning. And it was cold; a chilly cold that turns your breath foggy and makes your eyes water sharply. I got off the train gingerly, a tad anxious. I had to take a connecting train four hours later. […]

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Happy Sunday Morning

It was a Happy Morning this Sunday. The day started with a spectacular sunrise. Rushing to the terrace, camera at the ready, I pointed and shot continuously for nearly ten minutes. I captured the view, but what of the many other things that lent color and flavor to those moments and made the sunrise so […]

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