My obsession with birds and photography off late has given birth to these pictures.
Guy in the rain!
For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched. – Simon Van Booy
I saw this big guy perched at the top of the tree, all alone. He didn’t have anyone around him. No one from his feathers. He stood in rain adamantly, looking at a distance. May be he was there to wait for someone, may be he was mad at someone, may be he intended to punish himself or may be he was just alone. How many problems could a crow really have – food problem, relationship issues, territorial conflict- ??
I gazed at him, wondered what thoughts he may have about this world or his bird world. What could a crow possibly think about – a cozy dry place and something delicious to feed upon? I would never know.
How must be there society? All good probably just like everything else in nature. But, wait! There world is not isolated, it’s been contaminated by human desire and avidity. What this crow must think about his society? Pretty discriminatory – is all I can think. Take a moment and think about how most humans treat him and his kins. Now, think about sparrows, finches, parakeets and all the other birds that we adore – we shower love on them, we follow them, we feed them and we want them to be near us. And, with crows – not many like them, or feed them or want to be near them.
Could it be possible that our interference in their world changed the game for them?
Note: I, in no way intend to lower my affection towards other birds or animals. Little love harms no one – not even crows.
Until a few months back if someone had asked me what would make me really happy – my stereotypical answer with certitude would have been around my success at work or a purchase of a bigger house or world travel.
Having spent the last four months at home, adapting to a simple lifestyle with no shopping, parties, restaurants, travel and even office, definition of the recipe of happiness has changed.
Things which were invisible earlier in the rush of time, seemed to start appearing vividly. Eyes got aquainted to empty roads and ears to silence. The silence was broken only by light whispers of nature – through birds, trees, wind, thunderstorm and bees.
The way one needs to lower the noise of thoughts to hear the inner voice, in the same way, the silence and softness around me has drawn me close to the earlier unseen and unfelt. I was so submerged in my chaos that the conspicuous hid right at plain sight.
I have learnt to appreciate the silence which has brought me closer to the little things in life and these little things have begun to derive happiness for me.
The struggle is real!
It’s been three months of staying indoors. Apart from working from home, I engaged myself in cooking, blogging, photography, gardening, baking and most recently in painting. Initially I thoroughly enjoyed staying at home, getting up peacefully every morning, connecting with nature, relishing every second of my day and admiring the dusk with gratitude. Even this tribulation had one bright side or so I thought.
A few weeks back, I was telling my husband about how the need for psychiatrists will soar post Covid – I was thinking mostly about the medical practitioners at that time and the amount of psychological burden they have on themselves when in the world we have an overflow of patients, a shortage of hospitals and incessantly working healthcare professionals.
As days have passed, I have come to realise that not just doctors or essential service providers will need help around their mental health, but common people staying at home, working from home, young kids who are studying online with no friends to meet or play with and old people who are scared and won’t go out because of the fear of catching Covid – will all need help.
Off late, I noticed that if a sad thought passes through my mind, it bounces between the walls of my house and doesn’t leave. This energy doesn’t dissipate, it just transfers from my living room to kitchen or to my bedroom. Why is it happenings ? Is it my need to be social ? Or is my mind too tired to live in the box? Am I craving a change of scenery? I am happy home, but for how long?
I have started feeling it within – some blues, a little bit of voidness and have suddenly been drawn to my mental health. I am sure, there are others as well who may be feeling like me – unnecessarily stressed and low.
You are not alone – these are difficult times which will pass. I tell myself the same thing everyday. Breathe to take in all the positivity and hug your loved ones so tightly that negative is crushed. In these unprecedented times, let’s kick the hell out of negativity.
No matter how dark it may seem, a new dawn would break soon.
Green grass, blue sky,
Sometimes swim, sometime fly.
Caressing the flowers gently,
Strutting ahead rollicking.
Sliding through the squeaky floor,
Into a packed elevator.
Nonchalant and busy,
No sign of tizzy
Bouncing through the crowd,
A little brush up, a light push,
Sauntering through the narrow streets,
With nothing much to lose.
Petting animals in utter randomness,
Playing with one into oblivion,
Smiling to folks unknown,
And obliging to penniless.
Sitting on a bench,
With people strolling by;
Holding a hand to thank,
Hugging with a loud smile.
Sharing a ride with strangers,
Or trying the clothes from the same hanger;
Passing the half-burnt cigarette,
Or clinking to cheers together.
Gone are those days,
We’ve learnt to smile through gaze,
Masks cover our face,
And homes are our only place.
Hoping for new days,
When homes will be for where we laze,
Not abstaining from someone coming close,
Not waiting for someone to make a dose.
Let’s get over with this phase,
Let’s get back those days!!
Haiku: A girl’s freedom
Don’t give me your freedom.
I will have what’s mine. Don’t give!
For it’s mine, not yours.
Haiku: The woman!
She walked in, looked up.
In the mirror, she gazed.
The woman of her dreams!
I stayed in Phoenix, Arizona for a couple of months, back in 2015. I was reminded of Arizona by one of the posts today on WordPress and it gushed me with loads of wonderful memories of the beautiful desert.
In my mind, desert was all sandy brown, full of sand dunes and perpetual sand storms. Arizona was a bit of all this and so much more beautiful than a regular desert. I dug out some pictures from my phone and thought of sharing a few here.
This posts brings lots of happiness to me and I hope you feel it too. ❤️