after all the pain
it has been through, my heart
still beats for you
The above image was my first Boomerang 🙂 It’s been a year since I discovered Boomerang, and I’m still in love with that app 😀
If your thoughts are always in line with what most of the world thinks, it’s time to reflect. Are you thinking for yourself? Or are you an echo for someone else.
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Kindness is not weakness. Kind people are strong people who in turn help others grow into their strength.
Half the people you meet will try to take advantage of your kindness. Still be kind. Because, kindness matters. It’s the only thing which really matters. Kindness sustains life.
– K.A. Acharya
Value the kind people in your life.
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La Bocca della Verità, or the Mouth of Truth, is a marble sculpture located in the portico of the Basilica of Santa Maria in Cosmedin church in Rome, Italy. The circular disc has a face carved with open eyes, nose, and mouth.
The origin of the sculpture is unknown. Some say it was a drain cover while others assert that the face in the sculpture is of the God of the sea—Oceanus. There’s also an account claiming that it was used as a drain pipe to drain the blood of the sacrificed cattle.
The allure of the sculpture is due to the medieval myth associated with it. If you have watched the movie, Roman Holiday, then you might be familiar with it. (And if you haven’t watched the movie yet, do watch it. It’s really a beautiful movie.)
The sculpture was used to ferret out the liars. If you speak a lie with your hand inside the disc, the mouth is supposed to snap shut cutting off your hand.
Hordes of tourists, who visit Rome put their hand in the sculpture’s mouth to test out the theory.
You guys know me—I always speak the truth, and nothing but the truth 😀 So, I had nothing to prove. But I had gone to Rome with my parents, and it’s always better to have outside testimony about your honesty 😛
Reasons you should check out the Mouth of Truth when you visit Rome:
- The peculiar sculpture is worth looking even without the myth.
- You definitely want a picture of you with your hand inside the sculpture’s mouth. Such memories are the reason we carry cameras.
So, when you visit Rome, do check out La Bocca della Verità.
Have you visited Rome? Do share your experience with me.
Perfection is not a constant, don’t try to mould yourself into some popular conception of the word…
the solo trekker scales the snowy mountain peak; valley left behind
© Kiran Acharya 2017
Image courtesy : Charuhas Acharya @ A Glimpse of Paradise
Anita kicked the bedpost. Once. Twice. And once more. Third time she missed, and hit the vase stand. Pieces flew all over the room. Broken, shattered bits. Like her. Her mum didn’t see that, didn’t care about that. She cared about the breaking sound. The noise which aggravated her headache. That she compared to the house falling. More like a rats in the cupboard din, Anita thought. It was more than she could take.
She scurried to the garden. Her solace through the years. Not today. The sun was in a bad mood too. His fury burned her skin. The odour of dog poo greeted her instead of the sweet-smelling roses. She picked up a sharp rock. Of course, she would never hurt the neighbour’s dog. Even though he was the re-incarnation of Zoltan. Instead she hurled it at the letter box.
The flowers weren’t co-operative either. The rose drew her blood. The Hibiscus refused to placate her nose. She crushed the flower for the offense. Too late she recollected that the poor flower never boasted of fragrance. The hibiscus wouldn’t become a sweet scented flower just like she couldn’t be the son her mother wanted so much. It didn’t matter. She straightened the crushed petals. She loved every flower just as it was.
*One of my assignments at a Flash Fiction Workshop. The task was to write a piece portraying a strong emotion.
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My first glimpse of Eiffel tower was through the glass window. We were on the way to the Seine River Cruise. Dusk had set in; small clouds flitted through the sky. The evening shadows played with the glass to give a surreal look. This was how I saw the Eiffel tower the first time. Can you wonder that I was enthralled?