Weekly Photo Challenge: Saturated
Dream Boat
In the Background (Thru The Looking Glass)
In the Background (Thru The Looking Glass)
Wish You Were Here
Feelings of a Daughter for her Father
( This post is on aging related memory loss, hallucinations and dementia. It is about a parent, about us all. This post is about a wish, a song)
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You call out to me from the garden. “There is a face peeping through the leaves of that mango tree. Can you see it? It moves with the breeze. The nose twitches, the eyes crinkle. Can you see it? Can you tell?”
How i wish, how i wish you were here.
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There are places you go to.
I can’t keep up with your pace and so i am content to listen to the stories that you bring from your travels. I see the adventure in your eyes, hear it in your laugh. Your voice carries me away to bamboo forests, to sand dunes, to angry monsoon rivers, to cold depressing blankets of snow. i feel the deodar leaves rustle as you…
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The Beast Within
Excellent Perception
“You are more beautiful than you think”
I wish it was George Clooney whispering these lines to me in his trademark drawl and lopsided smile that reaches his eyes. But no (and wake up woman !!), it is actually a conclusion drawn by an ‘social experiment ‘ by Dove (the brand that sells beauty products) which is making women all over the globe smile and cry. I am sure most of you would have seen the video. It is flooding inboxes and newsfeeds. If you haven’t seen it yet, here is the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=XpaOjMXyJGk
I have my reservations about the simplistic methodology used by the social scientists. It would have been better if all participants (including the subjects and the observers, and here by default they all would have to be women) gave the descriptions in third person, thus reducing the artists bias towards harsher (self description) and softer (third person)…
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The Mutants Offspring
For all Potter Fans 🙂
We go about our daily routine, but the tension is palpable. He has been dreaming of it for a couple of years now. He would talk of the place and the sights he wanted to see there, the things he would do, the people he would finally meet. It has been a while and he knows that it would not be as he remembered and, except for the buildings and the paths, things would have changed. “For better or for worse?” he would ask me anxiously. Somehow, I could never give a convincingly comforting answer. That was where he belonged, he would say and I would smile. I had forgotten that dreams could be so intense, so vivid and so overpowering.
For the last six months or so, he has stopped talking of it and I find that worrying. The date of journey was approaching and I was making a list of things…
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Beautiful Thoughts
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