I have always believed nature is beautiful and looking at it through a camera lens makes it even more so..
Here are a set of images from my trip to hill station nearby.
It rose so majestically
With an air of divinity
That I stood there transfixed…
I had the fortune of visiting right after the summer showers. It was lush green everywhere, truly a sight to behold.
As the mist lifted off its face, we stood there stunned at the simplicity of its beauty.
A single beam of light cut across the rock face, and if it wasn’t for having to precariously – park near a hairpin bend in a 2 lane drive, I’d have stood there all day.
I know I had promised to continue my series of poems, but I am still working on part 3, so till then, enjoy these images.
As always, Be kind and have fun!
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A single beam of golden rays cascaded,
Tucked behind, pillars so ornate
The simplicity of his self shined, like a thousand suns
As I glanced at him through the lens
I stood transfixed at his ethereal éclat …..
A shot of a majestic sculpture adorning main temple complex of the Natraja temple at Chidambaram.
It was truly magnificent.
A friend once asked me how can you read that damned thing for so long, don’t you ever get bored?
Reading a book is like tasting wine, the similarities are undeniable. Don’t get cynical as yet, wait till i’m done. In a wine tasting, there is a certain ceremony involved. Firstly, pop the cork, then as you fill your goblet, feast your eyes on that velveteen crimson hue. Let your senses drink in the aroma as you twirl the wine within the goblet. Finally take a sip, a small one, cradle it in your palette and ever so slowly let it slide down your throat as you loose yourself in its richness. Well now most of you (you derisive people) might think how a book could ever compare to wine; I mean seriously let’s face it “a book!” Let me educate your senses (to the joys ever so profound from just reading a book!)
Say you’ve found a book (a vintage classic like an old edition of Shakespeare), If you were me you’d be jumping for joy already. Well let’s begin, romancing the book. First as you run your fingers over the embossed letters, the hard cover softened with time. the cracked spine from the many times it has been read and the patterns of groves along the side forming intricate patterns. As you open the book the scent of old paper transports you back in time, almost like the smell of wet earth. You are then evoked by the rustling of brittle paper. Feast your eyes on the veered font and slowly read. By the time you realize what had just happened you are done with the book and are left with a profound sense of ecstatic satisfaction and a deep longing for more.
It is not just about reading a book, it is being transported back in time and history; you open a book so old and think, this was a witness to the second world war, it saw empires raise and fall, in my hands is a witness to the making of history. Reading is an art so fundamental, yet so profoundly complex. A book is no longer merely a tool for time travel, but it is an experience. Like the wine it may be new or old, classic or vintage, but each is an experience that once experienced, you can never really get enough of… so my friend experience.