I should not be blogging right now. I should be eating this pico de gallo I made with grape tomatoes from my garden, and watching all these super bowl ads. Well, it may sound weird, but I love super bowl ads more than the game. I also love listening to Lady Gaga while writing. Continue reading “Super Bowl🏈 in backyard”
“Time is an illusion.” ― Albert Einstein
When I go for a walk with my camera, I try to capture the world around me. The shadows, the reality, figures disappearing into the crowd, birds returning to their nests after sunset, time lurking beneath timelessness. Somehow, it’s my own process to freeze time on papers. Continue reading “Clues”
“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.” ― David Foster Wallace
My diary opens. Lots of white pages. Lots of wordy tales.
People come out, stretch their legs, and
talk to me on starry nights. A plot wanders.
An old gossip wakes up from deep sleep.
A narrow lane meets the crossroad.
Years float. Blue ink greets red ink.
Life plays hide and seek with cloud and rains.
Rain. Countless rainy days.
Too many months of summer too, and landscapes of
of other lives left exposed.
Some boxed dreams under scrutiny.
A loud chapter about love and yearnings.
The wars within and without. Continue reading “About the Story”
I’m waiting for a rainy weekend. Not completely rainy. Showery. Drizzly. Cloudy. Grey days. As per the weather forecast. Continue reading “A Peek Outside”
“There was a brief silence. I think I heard snow falling.”
― Erich Segal, Love Story
Continue reading “A View of Silence”
Maybe there are better subjects in world’s curriculum,
but together we talk about colors of saucers
and matching cups half-full of our hopes. Continue reading “Meeting an old friend”
I don’t mourn perfectly. Grief acts like a shock to me, gives me chills, and puts my memory on a wide screen in a lonely theater. Lonely. Lonely, because most of the times, you’re the sole spectator of your own memory, unless you share the screenplay. Continue reading “The Journey”
I have a wiser self.
The one that acts as the soothing inner voice when I miss an exit on the longest highway. The one that asks me to check my heart on the mirror once in a while and fix the flaws, not hide them.
The one that tells me to live silently, work on things that matter in the mundane world. The one that suggests me to be a true friend to friends and to be present in each others’ lives, for years, not for a month or a year, not only on Facebook. Continue reading “Thanking the wiser self”
Words can get sleepless too,
when you’re singing lullaby for them Continue reading “The Sleepless”
A lot has happened since my last post. October has gone. Across the road, the area that was a bright orange pumpkin patch is now a green field selling Christmas trees and glittery ornaments. Christmas gifts have replaced Halloween costumes in all nearby stores. The bright Sun which I hated in last ten months is kind of a kinder friend these days. There was rain in California. Finally. There were autumn leaves floating on the puddle of rain water. There were two whales playing close to the shore when we were driving by the ocean. Something so remarkable yet normal. I observed all. I noted down too. But I could not share. Continue reading “Somewhere but here..”
“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.” ― The Princess Bride
I want to say, this is a very bad year. It’s been the worst till now. But most probably I won’t say it, if we meet. Because I’m not that pessimist who wants this year to go soon so that she can dance in the light of next year. I’m an optimist. STILL. Perhaps I am going to utilize the last second of this year to make it less worse, more satisfactory. Continue reading “The Art of Green Living”
“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best,” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Continue reading “The time in between”
“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.” ~Helen Keller
Continue reading “Things I like”
Sometimes the sunset sky
matched the changing colors in your eyes,
when you were sad and running away from the world,
you rained tears; and the humble trees became my silent umbrella.
Continue reading “The Sunset Sky”
I never noticed leaves changing color in September in my neighborhood. September is sunny, and warm mostly. Last week when the temperature dropped, the maple tree in the backyard turned red. But that was not the first hint of blush I saw this month.
Today is officially the first day of the autumn, my favorite season.
There’s something nostalgic and noteworthy about autumn, that’s why I closely monitor the transformation of nature through my lens. It’s that season, ″that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness–that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.” Continue reading “At First Blush”
“We never live; we are always in the expectation of living.” ~ Voltaire
There was a cat on the street,
looking for street signs
and the road to home. Continue reading “About living”
On one of those hot days during Labor day weekend, I was on road. The plan was to escape to a colder place. There was a little art shop showing off this sign from far. Of course I had to take a break and sprint to the shop to explore more. I love random signs. I love them more when they appear without any notice and stir my realizations. Continue reading “A sign by the road”
I am not fond of California summer. Staying indoor, drinking ice cold juices, reading thrillers, gardening- they are my most favorite summer weekend activities. I know everyone else just loved roaming in the sun like a free new born butterfly. I was not one of them this summer. So when September knocked on the door, the first thing I did was making lists: travel plans, and list of things I want to photograph. Continue reading “Hello September!”
On the way back home
The sun in the rut
A prayer song in the air Continue reading “Today was a good day..”
My silence is not my weakness,
It’s a pause, sometimes too long
when I listen to better songs on the radio. Continue reading “My silence”
Sometimes the wave inside my head
looks like a silent word, or like
a clean afternoon of California summer.
On those days I do art. I paint a haunted house,
gather all the wordlessness inside it,
and put a lock on the canvas. Continue reading “The image of the summer”
Someday, somewhere, it just happened. The sun escaped to the back side of Ghirardelli square. Those men sang a song while moving the direction of another cable car. At the intersection of Stockton and Sutter, some girls spoke tirelessly about all the deals some brands offered. A lady in a black suit passed by when you were trying to capture the waterfall falling to the ocean. Nobody noticed all that your eyes noticed. Nobody noticed the veil of sadness beyond your thick mascara and your artful persona. Continue reading “It’s okay to not be okay”
“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Continue reading “The voice for the silence”
You can try your best, live like a hermit
inside the whispers of your silence,
away from noises that crush dreams. Continue reading “Half & Half”
I put my head right in front of the blue light of the desktop screen,
my eyes set on various pages, one where the work is done, one where
the world makes friendship with perfect human beings, one where I secretly note
down grocery list and things that I have to finish before it’s too late. Continue reading “This is why we are here”
“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.” ― Dandelion Wine
Continue reading “Dusted with spices from a million flowers”