Celebrating life!

Chug chug   chug goes the train I ride past vistas of brown and green as memories of journeys long forgotten go past I wake to such scenes from before. Chennai wakes something in me What I do not know Neither anger nor angst it is I know could it be elusive happiness? Or nostalgia of seeing friends from yore?

They said they were moulding her as they broke her back they said they were shaping her as they tore her skin they said they were beautifying her as they burnt her lips in the hopes of destroying her. And then he came And helped her stand on her shaky two legs. She then knew she could be As beautiful as she wanted to be: The black swan.

The dancer cannot dance for her heart is breaking from he who betrayed her. Yet when it is time she graces the stage for the dance must go on if all is to be well with the world. And so she twirls and twirls, lost in the dance as she ignores her breaking heart and moves forward with a smile and an invisible tear, the dancer and the dance now one.

Standing at the crossroads I see the devastation left behind by “water, water, everywhere” - remnants of sorrow on the roads and river banks. As people begin rebuilding their homes and lives, I wonder for a moment whether this was natural or manmade before as a united front we enter ruins and leftovers to begin life anew from the flood’s devastation.

Now most people wondered why we went to Armenia. It is neither a popular destination nor well-known. I am glad though we went because as a culture and photography buff, I found it amazing. The country is warm and welcoming and in April   - when we went – is a great time to visit as there are not all that many tourists. But be warned your jackets are required: it is still cold. We went via Indus Aurora Holidays based in Delhi. Email and telephone were our only means of contact. Yet the entire tour went beautifully and we were impressed. Our guide Mary Mirzakhanyan was the best and extremely helpful and thoughtful. Of course we had slight hitches at the airport as is to be expected when you are going to a country nobody has heard of except in the violent sense. But they soon gave us the green flag and we were all set to go. Our journey was peaceful enough and we had a breakfast of croissants at Costa Coffee before we made the transit at Sharjah airport. Air Arabia proved to ...

O Prodip! Dear Prodip, how do I live without you. Without you  life is meaningless. There is no life in me. When I see your blue blue I think of how You have made my life different. You brought me happiness, peace unhindered and calm. My life has changed since you entered it. Woe is the day u leave me. I will b nothing without you. In your hands are my heart. May we never be apart.