The Innocent Whimsicality of Children

"LITTLE ONES"

Over the years that I've lived, there's one thing that always remains a constant which I keep coming back to because it is worthy of it. The child inside me. Children are like dewdrops. They are truly these beautiful angelic beings who are incapable of nothing. They are themselves the beam of joy and bring the same to everyone surrounding them. They are always mischievous and running about their whims. You can catch them, but can never hold them back. And all the while, if I have learnt something from these little buddies, it has to be "the art of living". To all of the children out there, take love.

Children clicks.
CANON EOS 1100D
09.01.2021

Through The Rain

"AND THEN RAIN CAME IN" It is the month of June already as we are continued to be in quarantine. In this part of the world, it's monsoon now and so comes splashing every now and then, The Rain. I don't really know but this very season is a bit closer to me than the others of the cycle. There's no particular reason I could think of except for the fact that the day I was born, it rained heavily as they say. So maybe it's that or maybe something else but when the rain comes and with it the strange feeling of something that I cannot really express, I suppose, the cold but gentle touch of nature along with the smell of the sky and as it pours down on the city all over and just cleanses her down is what I really look forward to every time. As I write this, it's again a cloudy sky outside now and that's the best part of this time. These are some clicks I took a few days back after quite a drizzle took place. The raindrops fell on the cobweb of my window and...

The Only Certain

"RENDEZVOUS OF DEATH" Disclaimer: This post has not been tried to make any offence. Please do not feel so. All our lives, we keep running to meet the deadlines of time, only to find ourselves the late runner. By the luck of chance, even if we come across certain 'correct' timings, we fall in the dungeon of the 'wrongs' in the next. And finally, going down the sweet and salty path when we reach the finish-line, we are already "too late". Death arrives. But is death early? Or even late?! I suppose death comes only at the most certain moment. You can argue about accidents or even self-infliction, but only if we have known all the equations of the entire universe and still be alive to talk about them, then I hope the argument would not suffice. The only and most probable truth ( proven ) lies in death. The infinite flow of the nature chooses to be shrouded in mysteries but has left something for us. It has shared a trick with us. Too certain a trick!...

A Colourful CLiCK!

"THE COLOURS" The colours remain in their very natural vibrant form, only if you can see. CANON EOS 1100D Craft clicks. 05.09.2017

The Lost Vagabond

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