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"Some of us look for the way in opium and some in God, some of us in whisky and some of us in love. It is all the same way and it leads nowither."
~ Somerset Maugham
I, instead, watch...
the slow yet sure death of my miniature roses. But look, how elegant they look even when robbed of every tiny atom of life.
the cloud of perfumed smoke rising from a bunch of incense sticks as it tries to climb the flimsy rope of my Buddhist prayer flag. How funny all of this seems, me being the confused believer sometimes and the resolute nonbeliever most of the times - I don't light the incense sticks ritualistically but love the feel of their faint floral scent wafting throughout the apartment; I don't chant the mantras but I love having prayer flags around for their mood-lifting colorfulness.
a late January sky pregnant with moody nimbi, framed by plumeria or the champa, as it is locally known, the quintessential floral ambassador of the tropics.
a neighboring apartment's terrace garden chockablock with colourful pots and bald plants, red dominating the colour riot.
my cup of tea, which grows cold from way too much meandering. Not the tea, but me. And this breaks the rut, as I must get up for a desperate run to the microwave.
Hello Suman;
ReplyDeleteWe do so love the insights which you give us in posts such as this into your country, culture and traditions. And if we have said this before, it is because it is true and also meant.
Yes, it is very strange but there is often to be found beauty in death and decay, and this so frequently occurs where flowers are concerned. Belief and faith are, or so we find, often elusive. But if there is love for our fellow human beings, a joy in life and an appreciation of the world in which we live, then can we be so far wrong?
Dear Jane and Lance, you are most kind when it comes to complementing and encouraging fellow bloggers. Thank you for yet another lovely comment.
DeleteTrue, decaying flowers have this strange romanticism about them; one can't help but admire their waning bloom. And I couldn't agree more with you regarding peace and humanity being the strongest of all beliefs and faith, and that without them the world would have surely crumbled by now.
Very nice creation of a mood, some lovely impressions... and the photos fit the text so well, as always.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the lovely comment, Robert...
DeleteDear Suman. It’s a wonderful post. You can capture the beauty of everyday life. You watch because you can see the beauty, even in decay flowers. So you can capture this beauty and share it…
ReplyDeleteBonjour Celine! Sometimes just observing is sheer joy, one that I indulge in quite often. I'm glad you like the post, thank you.
DeleteA post to read more than once, certainly.
ReplyDeleteThe Buddhist prayer hang at Pondside too. Why not? They are lovely in the breeze, and they remind me of something............
There we go again! Buddhist prayer flags always remind me of so many things too, so much so that I could write a whole book based on that nostalgia alone! Somethings are just so beautiful on their own, even when you know them without their form or meaning.
DeleteDear Suman
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your day with us. Wish I could join you for a cup of tea and chat. I had no idea that your neighbours balcony/roof-top would look like that. It reminds me of a Mondrian painting were the pots assembled more.
Have a great weekend
Helenxx
Dear Helen, how lovely would that be! I'll hope for that day to come some day. :-)
DeleteThank you for telling me about the similarity of the terrace scene; I'll definitely Google it.
Have a lovely week.
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ReplyDelete:) :)
DeleteThey also serve who only sand and watch . . . . . .
ReplyDeleteA little meditation never did no one no harm.
I too burn incense simply for the scent it leaves behind and the way it makes me feel.
Ah, there I have another kindred soul regarding the incense burning! Some guilty pleasures are meant to be shared, don't they now?!
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