A piece of time


Time was a piece that hung on my wall.

Time was a superb athlete that never got caught.

Time a brilliant concept to a modern man.

And hence, some say — time is money, so run fast keep up the pace.

But to my granny;

Time was the sun that ran up the mountains and came down the hills.

Time was in a carefree mind that repeated the chores and never got old.

Time was always there for all.

Time for boredom never existed at all.

Laughingly she said, we sat while the time ran around us;

You keep running around, while the time sits on your wall.



“To me, photography is an art of observation. It’s about finding something interesting in an ordinary place…I’ve found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.” Elliott Erwitt

say cheese – grasshopper

Rice on my plate is ordinary but this rice field looked pretty (extra)ordinary to me specially when it basked under the glorious sun and swayed with the breeze creating beautiful waves of different shades of greens. A thrilled me, wanted to capture this entire field in action – it was extraordinary – but a closer view showed a little more than the field. An (extra)ordinary someone was taking a peak at me – a grasshopper.

A leaf from my childhood memory took me to a time when I was 7 or 8. My dad caught a grasshopper from our garden to show it to me. I was astounded by its vibrant green colour and grassy looks. I was immediately in awe of this ordinary creature but I was afraid to touch it. It was soon released, after I had taken a good look at it.

My (extra)ordinary friend was not an easy capture this time as it was camouflaging itself in the green field. But with a little zoom there was no running, and… it was captured.




Sometimes throbbing with vibrancy of life and then fading into dust; change is inevitable. A journey from dawn to dusk; a cycle of a caterpillar; a miracle from form to formless.


Sometimes visible to the eyes and sometimes…


…changing and flowing subtly, taking a new course every second like a river.

Thus, Heraclitus said, “The only thing that is constant is change.”


Staying connected


God’s children we all are,

supreme beings – eternal souls.

Connected we are,

at each folds.


Humanly bodies dwelling on earth,

lose our supremacy.

Connected – are we?

Or, trying to connect;

mending each folds.














Beneath my feet

churchBeneath my feet lay gravel and dust to a church.

I had no idea how this photo would turn out after clicking. I had clicked this photo for two reasons 1) I wanted to click these pebbles, and 2) my fingers were twitching.

After uploading, I just loved this photo for it’s symbolism.


Beneath my feet some stones rested.

Above me, a gigantic canopy extended.

Ahead, a voice was calling.

I walked, stood at the threshold.

Interior was a sound of peace.

I stepped in.

Abandoning for a moment;

Outside, were my sorrows and pain relaxing.


Up and close

Brie from wordpress asks us to be up close and personal or present macro shots for this week’s photo challenge. She says “Macro photography allows us to see the world in a new light. Some of the best macro subjects may appear mundane at first — things you’d normally pass by without giving a second glance — but get just a little closer and there’s often a hidden beauty to be discovered.”

I love taking macro shots specially of mundane things. Even during vacation, I shift my gaze from serene landscape to something ordinary. Some days when I feel sad, I take out my gadget and we go out on a stroll. In city life, it’s difficult to capture landscapes but easy to zoom on people or things. I would stop saying anything here, and let you all enjoy the collection of my macro shots.

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I love rivers and the running streams. I love the way water flows in them… through the rocks and pebbles and dried tree trunks. River to me stands for the way of life always flowing never stopping – always learning and growing- till it meets its end. Water a true symbol of strength and force also symbolizes calmness and life-giving energy.


Nature and everything in it symbolizes life, beauty, creativity and uniqueness to me. Nature is not only a teacher but a true artist as well (always at work creating something marvelous). The tree below looks like a human to me trying to reach for the sky. I had other photos as well to share but because of an error was not able to upload.

Nature’s art

Light a symbol of hope and goodness.