We all view life from behind our very own coloured perspectives. What we look at is the same thing, but we interpret it in different hues.
This will be my last post on this blog. I have started a Flickr account. Hope your support and encouragement ensues there too. :).
Took this pic when the bus crossed the railway track. It came out clearer than I expected it would.
Found these leaves curling up against the wall, in the garden. They seemed brimming with life and playfulness.
The leaves had a wonderful frolic.
They danced to the wind's loud song.
They whirled, and they floated, and swayed.
They nodded their green heads and sang along.
A honey bee perched perfectly on one of those little yellow flowers that look like baby sunflowers.
A glimpse of stacked cane chairs under the sun, got me whipping my digicam out before the bus could move.
If chairs have but feeling, in holding such charms, I love Brinjals! And sitting in a farm, relishing fried Brinjal and watching the brinjal produce being sifted through was a wonderful experience indeed on the way to Osiyan.
We reached the Osiyan Mata temple at Osiyan - a two hours bike ride from Jodhpur, in the afternoon hours. The sandstone architecture did leave us in awe. A pity indeed that we could not stay until sunset.
through prayer and song
Show me your strength and faith
ten pillars strong
To see a world in a grain of sand,
The highway of my thoughts run as if it was rush hour. Each idea has its own route,
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