A forest reminds me of all the elements of nature, even fire.
A plant — to me, reminds me of all the elements of nature, except for fire, I guess… at least, not in my garden.
A running river — a symbol of water — stands as one of the most powerful elements of nature after fire.
A ball of fire, but kept at a safe distance from us.
Air — wind, they stay invisible and can only be seen when the trees and leaves flutter or clouds drift away. Of course, even this could show us its temper sometimes.
Hungry… cheesy food texture
Some polished unpolished wooden textures
A few months back I bought a hibiscus plant. Somehow it caught insects and I did everything to get rid of those. Finally the plant became green but I hadn’t seen any buds or flowers. A few days back, I was satisfied to see a bud peeping out of the leaves.
It was the beginning of summer and a bad time to buy a rose plant…but I did. Infact I bought two, one red and one white. Within a week’s time they both dried and I got sad. In desperate need to revive them I just trimmed them, I don’t know why… but I did. Every morning, I watched the plants to see some signs of life. I knew they were alive but I just needed some signs. Then one day, I saw new leaves sprouting in the red one first and then the white one. One or two days back, I was more than satisfied, thrilled and happy to see a bud greeting me.
My interpretation of magic in the form of art.
Please do spare my childlike spirit of art. But these days I’m very much in the zone of painting.
With the word magic I could think of only this, where the green represents the earth and blue the sky or space. With the tiny specks of blue in one and chunks of greens in the other it represents harmony to me; and, hence magic in harmony.
In the garden, I saw a flower.
Upon walking further, I saw a ladybird clinging to a wild flower.
And then, I thought what could be tiny – the flower or the lady bird or a small insect that I now saw feasting on a green leaf.
But then I thought why ask this question. From somewhere above, the sun too would appear small, the earth too would look smaller and the life in it would appear tiny. From somewhere above we all would look like tiny specks of lights.
…and the shiny chandelier was hanging from the ceiling like thousand pieces of broken stars had been intricately woven into a piece of art that emitted light and showed beauty in them.
Water is the gift of life. But it would be unjust to say so, as water for all the living forms is not only a gift of life but a precious gift of life.
Trying to find its source would be a magical journey.
A journey, that will lead to its end, and only when you’ll reach its end, you’ll realize that it’s only a new beginning.
I tried catching it once, as it ran along the shores but all I got was a slippery eel and wet clothes. So, the next time when it rained I closed it in a glass and froze it.
I liked its white crystal form. I felt proud, that I had tricked and caught some. But as the sun came hard on it, it smiled sparklingly at me and before I could do anything it ran away like a naughty child away from my grip.