Wordless wonder

Sometimes, the scene before you is so beautiful, that words are useless, the camera fails to capture the true essence, and you’re left stunned.

Faxi waterfall
Faxi Waterfall

Vatnsleysufoss, the picturesque waterfall, is located on Tungufljót river, Iceland.

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The Earth

Betaab Valley
Where the trees, mountains, and the sky are in harmony
Greens
Where the animals can live in peace 
Lieder
Where the rivers can stay pure
Flower
Where the flowers still laugh

This is what makes the earth…Hope we bring back peace and harmony on our planet.

Happy Earth day

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All the above pictures are taken in various parts of Kashmir. Sadly, Kashmir is going through a very difficult time. But, the time will pass. Even though terror might seem powerful, its hold is momentary; love, on the other hand, reigns forever.

Spotted deer

Spotted deer

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Book Review: Open-Eyed Meditations

Book:  Open-eyed Meditations

Author: Shubha Vilas

Publisher: Fingerprint publishing (2016)

Paperback: 280 pages

Genre: Spiritual/Self-help

Rating:4.2/5

Book Review: Open-Eyed Medtitations

Book Description:

Open-eyed Meditations is a beautiful compilation of thoughts wherein each meditation takes you on a journey to the past, bringing a secret herb to heal a problem of the present.
A true distillation of ancient wisdom tips for modern lives, this unique self-help book uses the wisdom of the Ramayana and the Mahabharata to solve your everyday problems.
Beyond the storyline, something deeper is waiting to be discovered from these ancient texts. This book is an attempt to uncover the hidden layer of wealth that is cleverly packaged within the commonly known storylines.

Review:

Yoga has become the trend of today’s age. However, yoga isn’t just for health, and the peace of mind. Yoga can also help in improving our relationships, and other aspects of life. Open-eyed Meditations talks about practical spirituality useful in daily life. In closed-eyed meditation, we focus on our inner self; this book contemplates life problems through the understanding offered by the ancient texts. Continue reading Book Review: Open-Eyed Meditations

Where’s Papa?

Nina ate with her mouth closed, took care that very few crumbs fell on the table around her plate. She did her homework on time. She even cleaned her room.

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

Papa did not return home early. Not even after she called him to tell him about her best behaviour.

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Four days! She hadn’t seen Papa for four long days. He came after she slept. And went to the office before she woke up.

She decided to catch him tonight. She wouldn’t sleep that night. Not early at any rate.

“No,” she said when mommy tried to force her into bed. “It won’t matter if you switch off the TV. I’ll just sit staring at it.”

At 8.30 she started fidgeting. Nobody worked at office till 8.30, did they? She stifled a yawn, and played with Smelly, her teddy. At 8.45, she had to physically pull her eyelids, so that they didn’t close. No use. The next thing she knew, it was 9; she was in her bed, and Papa already gone to work for the day.

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She would catch him before he left. Waking up in the morning was easy. During school days, she woke up at 7.30. She would do it now. She set up an alarm clock for 4 O’ clock. No way Papa would ever leave before that.

Tears trickled down her cheeks the next morning, when her mum said, “why would you set up the alarm at 4? Your poor father couldn’t sleep after it woke him.”

If her Papa couldn’t sleep, the least he could have done was wake her up.

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This was a part of my assignment at a Flash Fiction Workshop. The task was to write three paragraphs/incidents which could be interchanged chronologically.

Let me know whether you like it or not. Your encouragement makes my day, and criticism makes my writing 🙂

Alone with nature

Bliss at Kala Dungar
Kala Dungar, Kutch

Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous – to poetry.
― Thomas Mann

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Everyone is born different

Born different
Some are born to love;
Some are born for passion.

He might love the feel of breeze;
She creates a cyclone.
While some people live their lives,
Others need to feel alive.

Not everyone runs the same race,
Not even for the same reason.
Some covet the shiny trophy;
Others like the roadside scene.

While some aim for lofty goals,
Some just want the thrill of chase.
Not all wish to settle down,
Some are born to run free.

© (2017) Kiran Acharya

The Splendid Statue

The Splendid Statue
The misery of the sculpture… 😢 

The changing walls of Thane

Wall-e-art

The dull walls of Thane have become vibrant, and lively. The new TMC initiative “Paint walls, beautify city” has brought together artists to paint murals depicting nature, history, and culture on the walls of the city. The beautiful murals around the city walls have added a much-needed artistic touch to the bland concrete jungle. Continue reading The changing walls of Thane

The past

her past
When the past refuses to shut up…