If i tell you my favorite place to sit is any piece of furniture facing my window, you wont be surprised.
Window obsession isn’t new. In my childhood home i insisted to sleep in drawing room, lying on a mattress that i lovingly placed in the exact centre of the room every night.
And then i would enjoy the kaleidoscope casted on the ceiling as there was no other building to block the residual vibrant light of the cars driving on the road 4 floors down. And the room would bathe in the soothing light of the night sky.
It doesn’t seem possible when you read it..even i am doubting as i write it..but that was something that entertained me every night. I cant be that delusional.
Then i am sitting here. A grown up confused mess of sins and misfortune.
The owner of a delicate mind that gets distracted by the sound of fizz in the can of coke.
The change in the hues entering my home are bound to captivate such a naive mind.
But there is a difference.
These sessions of venturing into the maze of light are not restricted to night anymore.
There comes a time in the day when the sun paints the sky in piercing yellow.
So yellow it hurts the eye.
At that particular moment i can see a plane flying across the sun almost 3 4 times every day.
By the time i grab the phone, it’s already out of the frame i have in my mind.
Today, i saw 2 birds flying in the background of same fiery sky and i prepared myself for a chance of what i wanted with a metallic bird.
And i got it..
Birds flying in the background of bright sun,
Sitting arrogantly in the centre of the hue it emits at this particular time,
Carrying Patina of an unrivaled king
Making it almost impossible to look at it in the eye for a long time.
Its an untouched picture..like most of pictures from my terrace or window.
I sat down and had a good look at it. And i was engulfed in a pool of mixed thoughts about light and darkness.
Look at the bright centre…then the yellow orange burned from the corners sky…then everything else that is a dark shadow.
Whereas in reality the whole place was dunked in the same blazing light.
A bucket of bright yellow poured over the entire place.
Maybe thats what change of lens, change of eye does.
We all see things differently.
It’s partly nature’s sorcery.
It plays tricks and spells on us all the time and we deny that our own eyes deceive us at times.
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You’re eyes can deceive you, don’t trust them. We walk by faith not by sight. Nice article
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Wr actually do walk by faith and instinct.
Thanks for stopping by and commenting 🙂
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Nice. Enjoyed that 😉
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I am glad.Thank you 🙂
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That’s a beautiful visula
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Thank you so much Pradita 🙂
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Welcome 🙂
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You have described everything….so beautifully…..the photo not so clear….but description made it look the way it needs to be….great…!
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Thats the deceit. It looked all bright and yellow whenever i captured it..this is how it looked.
Thanks for appriciating the description 🙂
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thank you….
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Loved your commentary on the pic you snapped. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you so much Teresa 🙂
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Cool photo. Haven’t I told you to go punch something? You should most definitely consider doing that. I mean it.
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Why should i?
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You sound sad in the post. I merely suggested an option to let off some stress. Am I fantasizing again, because I get this feel from you that something is going on?
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🙂 i am ok. Im not sad 🙂 thanks for caring
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Anyway, go punch something. 😀 You’ll feel better.
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I need a volunteer
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I said someTHING, not someONE Lt. Alyana. Now drop down and give me twenty. 😀
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No. I will punch someONE Not someTHING only then i will be sadness free.
Now i need a volunteer.
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Can’t you just use a pillow like any normal person? I would volunteer to be your punching bag, or sparring partner, but as you can see, I am not really close to you. 😦
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You wouldn’t dont lie!
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I would run screaming like a little girl, then I would tell you “knock, knock” jokes to throw you off guard, before I lock myself in the toilet. 😀
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Ahahahhhahah
And you write about invading planets..
I am dying 😆😂
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*knock, knock
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Nobody is home. 😝
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A-a-a damn it.
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😆
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I love the pic, but your words of analogy make it sing! Great read. 😊
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Thank you so much. You know your appriciation means along to me. This post actually came to me like a song.
Thank you 🙂
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Perfect. And you’re welcome. 😊
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🙂
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Your blog has intrigued me. The way you write resonates with me.
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I am glad you felt that way. Thank you so much 🙂
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