If moments were bits and bytes, I would have owned over million memory cards by now...But they ain't and am no computer...But I have one...so I want to capture time. Let it run though, but just stop and watch it every now and then...then let it run and then again stop and watch the time that just passed by...
Just thought of capturing a few of Myra's varied moods, emotions, lovely talks...How many can I ? I don't even sometime notice them, they are an integral part of my life - as if my life is them.
Also thought of capturing my moods and emotions -- again they are too many...am always full of them, though they don't always translate into words, but I do try..
मेरे अंदाज़ को आवाज़ देने की कोशिश,
कभी नामुमकिन सी होती है पर करती हूँ मैं
लफ्ज़ कमबख्त कह ही नहीं पाते
मेरी रूह जो गुनगुनाती है बिना अलफ़ाज़ कहे ..
Just left a Saturday - with a wonderful evening. A hot cup of ginger tea with marie biscuit and hours of talk with a new friend. Realized how rare it has become -- when we can just talk, not about facts -- kids school, job, corruption, economy...but just talk, talk about life without getting into its mundane realities.While, she talked about experiences, I experienced the talk. The talk about expression, about how we see life, perceive people, how we have grown into what we have grown into today. Lovely...and precious - such times cant get repeated often simply because we don't have time. A long saturday evening turning into a long sat night....late night bouts of writing...so fulfilling! Sunday offered me Mehendi Hasan's audio..you can listen to it once every 5 mins of the day.... :-) Watch Myra painting - not just painting but telling me the story behind her painting, what the bird is doing sitting on the tree she drew, who all live in the huts by the river. How she tries to fit in the cartoon characters she watches, into her drawings.
Varied emotions and varied thoughts, they fleet by and I try to live that tiny speck of thoughtfulness feeding my soul...feeding my soul to face a week of round the clock schedules. But I know those tiny specks will come by my way and I will be satiated every now and then....
Just thought of capturing a few of Myra's varied moods, emotions, lovely talks...How many can I ? I don't even sometime notice them, they are an integral part of my life - as if my life is them.
Also thought of capturing my moods and emotions -- again they are too many...am always full of them, though they don't always translate into words, but I do try..
मेरे अंदाज़ को आवाज़ देने की कोशिश,
कभी नामुमकिन सी होती है पर करती हूँ मैं
लफ्ज़ कमबख्त कह ही नहीं पाते
मेरी रूह जो गुनगुनाती है बिना अलफ़ाज़ कहे ..
Just left a Saturday - with a wonderful evening. A hot cup of ginger tea with marie biscuit and hours of talk with a new friend. Realized how rare it has become -- when we can just talk, not about facts -- kids school, job, corruption, economy...but just talk, talk about life without getting into its mundane realities.While, she talked about experiences, I experienced the talk. The talk about expression, about how we see life, perceive people, how we have grown into what we have grown into today. Lovely...and precious - such times cant get repeated often simply because we don't have time. A long saturday evening turning into a long sat night....late night bouts of writing...so fulfilling! Sunday offered me Mehendi Hasan's audio..you can listen to it once every 5 mins of the day.... :-) Watch Myra painting - not just painting but telling me the story behind her painting, what the bird is doing sitting on the tree she drew, who all live in the huts by the river. How she tries to fit in the cartoon characters she watches, into her drawings.
Varied emotions and varied thoughts, they fleet by and I try to live that tiny speck of thoughtfulness feeding my soul...feeding my soul to face a week of round the clock schedules. But I know those tiny specks will come by my way and I will be satiated every now and then....
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Wish I was there...:(
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