Colors of life

We have all seen or heard about the beauty of autumn, when the leaves exhibit a myriad of colors before withering and shedding away. The vivid colors of fall are a photographer’s delight and everyone wants to capture the beauty on their camera. But, rarely would you notice the exquisiteness of the leafless tree which looks more like a skeleton without the flesh. Yet, for some strange reason I find that facet of nature beautiful and fascinating enough to capture it on my lenses. Whenever I see barren trees I feel drawn to it and get mesmerized by the aura it creates. For some it might be spooky or lifeless but for me it depicts life in perspective. A tree is at its pinnacle in terms of beauty when it is nearing its end. It demonstrates how outer beauty is just short lived while inner beauty is eternal. It also illustrates the intricacy and complexity within oneself which is comprehensible once the outer façade is perished. Be it trees or humans. Only difference being that the trees

We have grown up watching movies where death is often interpreted with white light beckoning us to the doors of heaven. So I was pretty convinced that my end is near when I saw this white light beckoning me from the corridors of this magnificent building that I was visiting. This couldn’t be happening for real, I told myself. I started to convince God that he must have had me confused with someone else. A clear case of mistaken identity you see. He wouldn’t possibly want to take me away from my daughter who needs me more than anyone else does. Or would He? And I surely can’t leave my husband halfway in our eternal journey together. He would be devastated. Well, he better be if he doesn’t want to get spooked by my spirit later on. And my parents! They would be shattered beyond imagination. You can’t possibly do that to them, now can you God? A million such thoughts ran through my mind before my dear hubby jolted me back to the reality. I could clearly see his subtle amused expre

The first thing that catches your attention in this picture is its vivid colors and vibrancy it exudes. Everything from the colorful bangles to the traditional attire and antique jewellery comes alive in the photo and you can’t help but be contagious with liveliness from within. But as you delve deeper into her eyes, you realize that she may be exuberating liveliness and vibrancy around her though deep inside of her life is colorless.. All you can see in her eyes is worry and distress. Worrying about making ends meet. Worrying about what to feed her children tonight. Worrying if her family will have to sleep hungry again. Worrying if her husband will spend all the hard earned money on his vices yet again. Yet she doesn’t let this constant worrying defeat her hope and she continues to strive to fill her children’s life with all the colors possible.

Not many of you would know my love for photography. I had, a long time ago, written a post on the same which you can read here if you would like. Which also makes me realize what a long way I have come since I started this journey of writing and blogging. No doubt, it has been one joyful ride and it has strengthened my love for writing over all these years and has helped me evolved as a writer, even if I take the liberty to say so myself. Yet I feel there is something holding me back and am not able to write as much as I would like to. When I started off with this blog I whipped up so many posts in a month which is now reduced to just once a month or maybe less than that. So what’s impeding the post flow, you may ask? Well, to begin with I am most of the times stuck for topic ideas. Writer’s block as they say. The topics don’t flow out as often and effortlessly these days as it did when I started. Of course I do have my mommy tales which I share quite frequently on the blog but if you