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for a friend ...


follow your bliss and the universe will open doors...


...where there were only walls


at Lunuganga....


To be off on a journey... that was looked forward to, vfor years... and when the time was right... i crossed an ocean... ...to be in a place fo my dreams.. wwhere i could look at all my life.. ...and sigh. the river bank...the crystalline atmosphere... waves of lush greenery...red sloping roofs... the starck white walls...and the frangpani trees... ...all were welcoming... ...for me and the rain that accompanied me...


I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.� -Robert Frost


...as i ventured in...i stopped to breath the rain laden air... ...the green around shimmered in the soft sun... ....the earth was reddened with the showers of the heaven.... ....the david’s head at the far end cared for a glance... the open dorrs were welcoming me to roam in a garden... ...of all moods and seasons...


A distant view... Can beckon you To dream of unknown destinations Where life has no more regulations And freedom reigns. There are no chains. A distant view... Can summon you With magnetic power. A forceful attraction Revealing nothing, not even a fraction of what is in store...What you’re looking for. A distant view... Can often woo Your heart, and let you fantasise About a place you could colonise Where your soul’s at ease And, your life’s a ‘breeze’. -Ernestine Northover


the high pitched ceiling was painted a blue darker than the walls... it reminded him of something that was not there... it would have reminded him of - the vault of the heaven.... in side a chapel where his mother had takeb him in his childhood days... and i....i failed to notice whether there were spangled stars up there...


“YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,’ said the dewdrop to the lake.” - Rabindranath Tagore


“All alone! Whether you like it or not, alone is something you’ll be quite a lot!” - Dr. Seuss


“Simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures. Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being. Patient with both friends and enemies, you accord with the way things are. Compassionate toward yourself, you reconcile all beings in the world.� - Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching


“God is in the details...


“Once in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul deep in visions that poppy-like sprang; And the spirits of Trith were the birds that sang, And the spirits of Love were the stars that glowed, And the spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed In the magical wood in the land of sleep. Lone in the light of the magical grove, I felt the stars of the spirit of Love Gather and gleam round my delicate youth, And i heard the song of the spirits of Truth; To quench my longing i bent me low By the strreams of the spirits of Peace that flow In the magical wood in the land of sleep - Sarojini Naidu


“There a time a time a time a time a time a time a time

is a time for everything, a to be born and a time to to kill and a time to he to weep and a time to la to scatter stones and a tim to search and a time to g to tear and a time to me to love and a time to ha


and a season for every activity under heaven: o die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, eal, a time to tear down and a time to build, augh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, me to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, end, a time to be silent and a time to speak, ate, a time for war and a time for peace. (Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, NIV)� Anonymous, Study Bible: NIV

...and a time to kill time


““A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light.” - Leonardo da Vinci


.The tree which mo only a green thing deformity...so so an But to the eyes of

nature is imagination


oves some to tears of joy, is in the eyes of of others that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and nd some scarce see nature at all. f the man of imagination,

n itself

- Willam Blake


““Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.”


“A story is not like a road to follow … it’s more like stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settlin covering how the room and corridors relate to each other, h tered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the vi as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it is ample ed turns, or sparsely or opulently furnished. You can go bac house, the story, always contains more than you saw the las sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not you.”


a house. You go inside and ng where you like and dishow the world outside is alisitor, the reader, are altered e and easy or full of crookck again and again, and the st time. It also has a sturdy just to shelter or beguile -Alice Munro


“I felt my lungs with the slight c


inflate, as my eyes tried to reach the expanse of the scenary... curve of the lips...i felt... this is what happiness is...


“Yes, my mind was wandering. I wished I were there with someone who could bring peace to my heart someone with whom I could spend a little time without being afraid that i would lose him the next day. With that reassurance, the time would pass more slowly. We could be silent for a while because we’d know we had the rest of our lives together for conversation. I wouldn’t have to worry about serious matters, about difficult decisions and hard words.” -Paulo Coelho


...the silence of the green... the redness of the earth... the couch in the pensive mood... the large pithos....

do you have a small talk to share...


You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second think of it all your life. - Joan Miro


“I was sitting here, enjoying the company. Plants got lote to say, if you have time to listen.� - eeyore


...in the midst of a garden he has put walls and opened them to receive the garden in.... the garden house at Lunuganga...


“May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.� - Abraham Cowley


“He fell to the seat, she by his side. There were no more w birds sing, that the snow melts, that the rose opens, that Ma shivering summit of the hills? One kiss, and that was all. Both trembled, and they looked at each other in the darkness Gradually, they began to talk. Overflow succeeded to silence, w each other everything, she laid her head on his shoulder, and a My name is Marius,” he said. “And yours?” My name is Cosette.” - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables


words. The stars were beginning to shine. How was it that the ay blooms, that the dawns whitens behind the black trees on the

with brilliant eyes. which is fullness.....When they had finished, when they had told asked him: “What is your name?�


“Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.� -Albert Einstein


“Time is Too Slow for Too Swift for Too Long for Too Short for But for those Time is not.”

those who Wait, those who Fear, those who Grieve, those who Rejoice; who Love, - Henry van Dyke,


....but i would still wait anyway...


“Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.� - Carl Sagan

....shall i ring that bell..


“Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.” -Robert Frost


Age imprints more wrinkles in the mind than on the face....


...meet me in the ments...where frens g arched windows have ...lets us feel the herats filled with t


courtyard....where thw walls are yellow...with green embelishgrow by the bench where we will sit hand in hand...the e curtains of green far behind it... cold wind, the cold stone underneath our barefeet...and our thoughts of....


In your light i learn to love. in your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes i do, and that sight becomes this art. - Rumi


Time may not be a er, but a lousy beau


...it is just you and me...


Only few people know how to take a walk.... the qualifications are; endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for the nature, good humour, vasy curiosity, good speech, good silence ...and nothing too much


Today i have grown taller from walking with the trees...


In every walk with nature one receives more than he seeks...


All boundaries are conventions waiting to be transcended


He makes me lie down by the green pastures...


Let not a man guard his dignity, let his dignity guard him...


Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath awa...


Time for some quite reflection....


Heaven on earth is a choice you make......


Why try to fit in, when you are made to stand out...


Everything has beauty, not everyone sees it...


Winter is in my head, eternal spring is in my heart... - Victor Hugo


The lesson here is, if we wait for fabulous roses, we could missthe beauty and the wonder of the tiny touchme-nots that are all around us...


“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.� - Albert Einstein


Fallen leaves hide the path so quietly....


...I wish we could put some good spirits in jars and open them every now and then. when we need it.......


Great things are done by series of small things brought together...


“If a man can write a better book, preach a better sermon, or make a better mousetrap than his neighbor, though he build his house in the woods, the world will make a beaten path to his door.� -Ralph Waldo Emerson


the garden of jars...the bell with the well... the expanse of the green....and the only little sun we got shone bright in the midst of a rainy day ...


They were more than 90 years old they said...but i thought they would just start walking...


..the hills would have smelled of cinnamon, fantasies would have written in the language of dreams when his writers friends chose for solitude inside the yellow walls.... with blue windows opening to green merge to blue of the waters...as he chose to rest here.


When we grow old we shed many skins: ego, arrogance, dominance, self-opinated, unreliable, pessimism, rudness, selfish, uncaring... Wow, it is good to be old - Stephen Richard


welcome to the gallery...


“Nature is not a place to visit...It is home� - Gary Anyder


for the company you find there....


“Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.” - Albert Camus


for the ctime we spend there....


“Take nothing...but picutures leave nothing...but footprints kill nothing...but time. - Ralph Waldo Emerson


...it was a dream, for long, to be in a place of a dream at whole life and sigh.... ...as i tried to pen down a few emotions i carried ...to t place... me too ..tried to do it meticulouly in a timeline... the time we made the first call...from the time we started gether...like a dedicated tourist... but we were never tourists h1ere...we had travelled to this p just that it was not on the roads we did it this time... being here was an experience, a perspective...which could not line..for i revisit every nook many times... ...this was how we experienced this place...this was how we ...and it all unfolded at 1


m... where i could look

that place and from that .from the beginning...from to piece the journey to-

place many times before... be expalined in a timetouched Lunuganga.... the ring of a bell...


“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.” - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

our experience here was the tribute to the great mind...


No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place - Zen proverb


the dark sky...the darker the earth...the illusionist clouds... flickering lights and the scattered cities...through the romance of the night...where no horizon separated the eart and the sky...the scattered cities and the stars existed “as above as below�...i was a traveller not a tourist...to look beyond...to see beyond...for a pespective...

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