simply six minutes—magic briefcase adventure: first day in Snowland

Looking back he can still see her face. It is not a face that can conceal or even bother to conceal the heart. She is of indeterminable chronological age. She is not young. No, there is no wrinkle and she has done a lot on up-keeping her looks and her fitness too, tall, slim, and … Continue reading simply six minutes—magic briefcase adventure: first day in Snowland

simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: “I don’t want to be a tree, I want to be its meaning.”

As he now remembers Snowland and the mystical woman he met up there at 8000ft altitude, he remembers how the trees have impacted him, as he tries to associate her with something they both can relate to without feeling bound. Both of them value independence and privacy above all else, even their strange unique relationship. … Continue reading simply six minutes—the magic briefcase adventure: “I don’t want to be a tree, I want to be its meaning.”

simply six minutes: magic briefcase story-snowland’s goodbye song

It has been a short year for him after that parting. When he hears this goodbye song today he feels an ache in his heart. Why?  As he looks through the blog trying to sort out some old posts, he sees a goodbye song. He listens to it. And he feels sadness, just a tinge. … Continue reading simply six minutes: magic briefcase story-snowland’s goodbye song

old friends framed in time together

Old Friends. A picture on the wall of a mining museum. A man and his dog. From the background it appears they sat for this portrait in the artist's studio. How long had they been patiently sitting together in this posture? How many sessions? Perhaps not too long. In real life how long had they … Continue reading old friends framed in time together

taking root: the use of heritage

 Heritage I decide to share a few pictures of silver vessels from the heritage I came across recently. The owners passed on long ago and they left behind items which were kept in boxes for many decades. The items looked used but later possibly with the demise of the original masters (great grand parents) were … Continue reading taking root: the use of heritage

details of my life (fiction)

Details Some years ago while jogging along the lakeside, I looked up and suddenly found that the world had lost its colours. Closing my eyes I then reopened them and found that truly the colours had gone. There was no more differentiation of the living things around me by colours. The trees and grass lost their … Continue reading details of my life (fiction)

through glass I view love: a haiku and a prose

her heart laced a glimpse of mirror both sides reflect vaguely I detect ~~~~~~~~~~~~I take this from a window on a fast train preparing to climb a mountain in winter. It is not clear. Perhaps my hand shakes a bit as I try to avoid knocking down the coffee and cake of another traveler over whom … Continue reading through glass I view love: a haiku and a prose

If I sell you love: a haiku (and a prose)

Will you buy from me if I sell you my heart ache bleeding all in blue ~~~~~~~~~~~~~He tries the last resort. He decides to start a healing school -treating cases of heart aches. There is no lack of supplies and demands. He has a theatre full. But he specializes on only one kind of heart ache, a rare kind, … Continue reading If I sell you love: a haiku (and a prose)

my favorite things: a haiku (about seasons and love)

Unseen artists' pens converged produced this picture avid overture ~~~~~~~this is a beautiful combination of a number of my favorite things: the sky that looks like it has been painted with water-color, the brilliant reflection of the unseen sun, the velvet-clothed ocean with its still water that reminds me of  an oil painting, the dark aged rocks that pepper … Continue reading my favorite things: a haiku (about seasons and love)

all our busy rushing ends in nothing

not in a desert he saw camels marching by at a casual glance ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ More secrets unfold as one looks higher and further. Sometimes we need to linger for awhile and not be in a hurry to go away. Ironically, the speed of communication activities enhanced by modern digital gadgets has slowed down man's organic … Continue reading all our busy rushing ends in nothing