A Babbler's Brain Dump
B E A U T Y lies in the smallest of things, often invisible, rather ignored and oblivious to a naked eye.Such as these brilliant green epiphytes living and thriving on every branch of the tree, the deep cleft splitting the stem into two; makes me wonder how it must have happened and who's habitating... Continue Reading →
Bangalore Palace Bangalore Palace Bangalore Palace Citrus Chambers, Mahabaleshwar Fort Rajwada, Jaisalmer
It's 9 after sundown. Traffic has thinned comparatively; this otherwise busy Mahim lane seems to be at peace. Except for the rhythmic chipping in Imran's roadside shop of hand carved wooden goods. The smell of varnish and raw wood is hypnotic. I'm drawn in. Imran lets me flip through their catalogue of mandirs, bookshelves, mirrors... Continue Reading →
I let my mind wander when my body cannot. Right now it's wandered off among the mist-shrouded hills of #Mahabaleshwar.That's the Kalsubai Peak rising up in the background.I very much miss the mystifying monsoons of Mahabaleshwar!
Bougainvillea, tiny little flower with a mighty difficult name!Various other plants might have been a part of the school curriculum. But bougainvillea was the first one I actually got acquainted with. Memories of its lush foliage peeping across from a neighbouring compound into our tiny lane, offered respite to the dusty brown path beneath, it's... Continue Reading →
Shravan - the holiest and also the busiest month as per the Hindu Calendar.Holiest, because the entire month is devoted to Lord Shiva. And every day of this month is an auspicious day for the beginning of everything new.This is also a month of fasting. Irony is, Shravan is full of festivals. Every week. I've... Continue Reading →
Every tourist setting foot in Rome, wants to visit the Colosseum and rightfully so. Picture this - an amphitheater flooded with 50,000 frenzied, screaming, bloodthirsty spectators. Gladiators and animals being hoisted up, pitted against each other for a fight that would write the fate of one with the blood of another. Imagine the blood-soaked sand... Continue Reading →
Silent, serene, sublime!One early Sunday morning long long time ago, when she knew not what a lockdown is…
Is it really freedom if one is watched upon all day?
Houses draped in Boston Ivies and Virginias, that creep all over, wild and directionless fascinate me. They make a house look incredibly dramatic, straight out of Victorian era.I love imagining them on the night of a rising moon, sometimes hiding among trees, sometimes behind the clouds, her disc casting shadows over the rooftops. Think it... Continue Reading →
Natasha Gracious 