My obsession with birds and photography off late has given birth to these pictures.
Chirp, chirp, chirp – I hear them from dawn to dusk.
Who knew the sound of their voice could melt hearts, the way first stream of sun’s warmth melts snow?
Who knew they could expand our hearts like a balloon filled with air of happiness?
Who knew they could steal our hearts with swift flutters of their soft feather and wings?
Who knew their tiny feet could hinge onto our heart strings?
Who knew their eyes could show us the dreams that we had never seen?
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.
I have a beautiful sparrow couple visiting me these days and I can’t help but fall in love with their tiny feet, their soft feathers, naughty tweets and teeny, tiny beautiful black eyes. Their presence distracts me to a noise free, stress less, dream-like world. It’s only for a few moments but totally worth.
I could just watch them whole day as they chirp and follow one another – collecting straws, feathers and strings for their nest. It is absolutely divine to watch their swift yet graceful flight.
My camera seems to like them too. 🙂
Beautiful, aren’t they?
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.
As we live in yet another month during this pandemic, I like many others have connected with mother nature in more than one way. This time is slow with limited mobility and socializing. So, a few days back we drove to a nearby lake before the break of dawn. We sat their on the rocks and quietly listened to the cool morning breeze, the chirping of birds and drizzle.
We walked around the lake and I spotted a string of stunning white ducks feasting on the green grass around the lake. This seemed like a huge family of grandparents, parents and grandkids. I tiptoed towards them and quietly stood a few yards from them. They didn’t seem to be bothered by my presence, so I tiptoed a little closer and then, more. The ducks became aware of my presence and started moving towards the lake. I sat down where I was and then moved a little closer as they engrossed themselves in feasting. I think they realised that I was not a threat and became comfortable around me. While eventually a few of them got into water, many were still around me. I somehow, without much trying gained their trust.
How wonderful would it be to gain trust of the other inhabitants of Earth whom we exploit for our selfish desires?
Let’s be a little less selfish 🙂
Lately, I started my photography adventure with my basic DSLR camera on manual mode. Mind you, I had purchased this camera about five years back with a tonne load of enthusiasm and since then, it was tightly sitting inside my camera bag.
Covid lockdown gave me some time to explore my hobbies and that’s how I embarked on this journey. I had a camera but no clue of its settings and no knowledge around its technicalities. All I knew in this camera was to use Auto mode, I would dread using manual mode and if ever I used it, the picture quality with the poorly used setttings would irate me and within a few minutes I was pushed back to the beloved Auto mode.
Not anymore, I am continually learning different aspects of photography, some technicalities and it excites me more than I ever thought.
I’m happy to share a few photographs here and would love to hear your feedback.
Hope you liked these. 🙂
Have you ever felt melancholy with your spirit struggling to look up and out of the blue a small thing, gesture or something miniscule that on a jaunty day would barely catch your eye, suddenly wakes up your spirit and brings a smile to your face?
Something like this happened to me when I saw this beautiful moth. It’s called rose-myrtle lappet moth. I’d never seen such a beautiful moth in my life and its bright green colour filled me with exuberance.
There’s something about little things – when they happen, they bring smiles.
Imagine living a life waiting for the big moments to happen.
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.
A loud gust shrilled in my ear,
Sharply the eyes looked at fear,
Soaked in pain, with no speck of light,
Deep rumbles with sparks in night.
Alone somewhere deep hope strives,
A little beam of rainbow reckons the wise,
The greys sorround, sorrows seem eternal,
Hands join to the One who shows the light.
Thunder will be tamed and storms would calm,
Hold your breath and see His charm,
The greys will soon ooze a different hue,
Pink will be the sky and life will be new.
The pink sky of the wishes fulfilled,
Breathing dawn into the broken dreams,
Carried a stone and the mountain moved,
With zephyr, the soul will be soothed.