I just finished a Photography assignment. Clicked a few
macro shots. Flowers, bees, butterflies, stones, whatever I could find. I love
butterflies, they’re beautiful. And they do not fly away when you go close to
them. Also explored my voyeuristic side as I snapped pictures of them making
babies. Dragonflies, on the other hand, are tricky little paranoid creatures. But
I love how their wings glisten and sparkle in the sunlight. It’s brilliant. Sharing
some of the pictures here :)
(Butterfly, fluttered by) |
(Sunlight dipped petals) |
(Glittering wings) |
(Yellow) |
(Spiraling down) |
(Love is in the air, and on the wall) |
(Ribbit) |
Mark Knopfler’s voice is caressing my ears, and calming me
down. His voice is like chocolate, which is also what I’m eating. I really like
it when sunlight permeates through the pink drapes into the room. Today was our
last day of classes. The official last day of Journalism and Audio Visual
students together. Ten days before the final exams begin. We had night photography classes where we captured light trails, and where we sang songs and rejoiced the ending of the first phase of a wonderful journey at SIMC. The wind echoed with the soft acoustic strums of the guitar and our voices trailed far into oblivion. The first semester is
already over. One and a half years later, I’ll be writing a similar blog post
about the end of the course, and the end of my stint here at Lavale.
The last two months have been the most beautiful and the
most unexpected and unusual months of my life. I didn’t even come to know when
the rain gave way to the lush green plants, the trickling waterfalls, the
rainbows, the colourful flowers, the slithering snakes and the peacocks. When the fog took over the sunlight,
when the breeze got colder, when the moon became bigger, when the sunsets
became even more heavenly, when the friends who I hardly talked to became my
best friends, and when my feelings transformed. It is funny really, how
sometimes you don’t have a control over how you feel. You try to cling on to
what is right, quite like Jim Carrey trying to grab hold of the memories of
Clementine washing away from his conscience in The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. And you fight, and you
deny and you hurt yourself and despite it all, you feel yourself slipping and sliding down. As Leo Tolstoy said, “Is it really possible to tell
someone else what one feels?”
You look at the sunset, you feel the breeze against your
face, you walk on moonlit drenched roads, and watch the clouds glide past the silvery shiny orb, and your eyes water with ease, and you feel like you can laugh and cry at
the same time. Sometimes feelings can be so illogical; heck they are mostly always illogical, and no matter how much
you try you can’t prevent yourself from crashing deep into the infinite abyss of
treacherous emotions. Sigh.
Sometimes it feels like a dream, or like life is playing a silly joke with me. And sometimes, I don’t mind it. Not at all. It is
really hell inside my head sometimes. Do I like to sabotage my own happiness? Do I revel in being miserable? To add a dramatic tragedy in everything I do? I wish the wind would carry my feelings
away, far far away into the valley, or the rain would wash away my confusion. I
don’t like it. Not even one bit. And sometimes I do, and I want to be entrenched into this sweet sticky painful sickening feeling.
I’m listening to Dream
of a Drowned Submariner and thinking of a close friend who very conveniently is
chilling at home and happily rubbing it in. The Heartbreaker misses you.
“From down in the
vault, down in the grave
Reaching up to the
light on the waves,
She did run to him
over the grass,
She fell in his arms
and he caught her
So went the dream of
the drowned submariner
Far away on the water,
Far away on the water.”
This makes me want a chocolate frog.. and you quite like the potterverse (and not our chocolate) chocolate, I suggest you get some too.. The one that makes you warm and feel better..
ReplyDeleteWe have a lot of dark brown frogs hopping about our entire campus. And yes, I'm gorging on copious amounts of chocolate very regularly. So, yeap.
DeleteWhenever I read your post, I feel so thankful and light. Maybe its the candidness or is it the warmth that you vibrate. I feel love for everything after reading and I feel like singing.
ReplyDeleteYou are wonderful, Astha. Glad I found you.
Joy always,
Susan
Dear Susan,
DeleteFirst of all, I love your name :)
Second, thank you for stopping by and reading my posts. Your comment means a LOT, and it was the first e-mail I read in the morning, and it made my day :)
Thank you!
:)
DeleteAbsolutely love all the photos :)
ReplyDeleteHaha, I like that you mentioned The Eternal Sunshine Of the Spotless Mind.
This entire post was written wonderfully :)
Thank you :) Still learning!
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