A lazy Sunday

 At this time of the season the almighty Sun seems to have been robbed off his heat & shine slowly, yet steadily. What is that thing dwindling your powers, oh mighty one....powers with which you used to torch thirsty and sweaty souls of the earthlings.

  The wind begins to whistle apparently celebrating the easy submission of the Sun. The chillness with which it sails sends literal shivers down the spine. The withered trees unable to fight back, meekly shed its yellow leaves one by one only to be whirled around, played with & transferred to places unknown. With such wild abandon, how can be the accomplice far behind?

The Solitary Reaper

The Chinghon lake is serenely quiet & pleasingly beautiful, gently rockin' in rhyme with the whistling wind blowing across its sparkling crystal surface. Its edge, untended and unmanned, runs along haphazardly with full glee as if it has a life of its own rendering a unique shape to the lake. A masterpiece has indeed been created and It's hard to miss the Hand that paints so well! The collective maladies inflicting our world apparently seem to have been swallowed in its mysterious depths sans the slightest ripple! Senses seem to get purified, feeling of real joy overflows, words worthy to be spoken flow easily.....and nigh the lake of purity, real sense of joy, clarity of thought & overall well-being flood the body, mind and soul.

While in stark contrast, the dusty chauvinist NH 39 roars along some 100 mtrs away....all asphalt & stones, epitomising the false pride in all its full glory of its Master....the master who claimed to have tamed & tapped Nature!    

                   
And the message gets through clear & loud!

Memories

Memories are always sweet no matter what the experiences were. The most difficult times we went through often morph into the sweetest memories. A mere introspection/reflection on those allegedly tumultuous times in our never-ending phase of inexperience never fails to assure us a genuine satisfied smile. I believe there are no easy or tough times, good or evil, favourable or unfavourable circumstances or, lucky or unlucky days....it's all how we choose to perceive! However, true perception too, always seems to elude the present time but only to come back later, nonetheless, to give us back what's due :

A memory to treasure!!!