CFFC: Vibrant Colors

Time for more photos! I am rather late for Cee’s Challenge Vibrant Colors but I still couldn’t resist playing along. Get ready to choose your favorite!

BouganvilleaFrom a couple of springs earlier, old timers may remember.

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Flowers from my sister’s garden in Dublin

IMG-20180829-WA0022Another one! Begunia I think.

IMG-20180923-WA0041The colors of fall in Dublin

IMG-20180505-WA0019When it was spring in Dublin. Nope I haven’t been there in any season 😀

20180930_114809China rose from India!

20180930_114829Slight change in lighting and voila! Both orange and yellow! So cool isn’t it?

20180429_204303The vibrant colors of dancers on the World Dance Day earlier this year. My niece is there too – the tallest one in yellow.

Thanks for visiting and don’t forget to let me know your favorite –  surely you like something?

Have a super day.

 

CB&W: Curve of the Matter

Hola people! I am terribly excited to be participating once again in Cee’s photo challenges. I didnt know how much I had missed them until now 😀 Thank you Cee! This one is a black and white challenge on the topic of circles and curves. Scroll down to see what I dug out from my archives – up to you to find the curves and circles. 😉

Mask

Starting with a demon mask to ward off any evil eye 😉

Moving dayMoving in on a stationary bike 😀

GuitarSome shiny musical curves

BackA choosy guitarist, surely you can find a couple of curves?

DuckShow off!

20180929_173858.jpgAn English breakfast spread (from Dublin courtesy my lil sister and our friend)

MealA traditional Indian (more specifically Bengali) fishy meal served on a massive brass plate.

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And here’s the original version at Rupali’s request! Did it help or worsen your craving? 😀

 

CakeAnd end it with a finger-licking scrumptious butterscotch cake

Thank you for visiting! Do let me know which was your favorite shot. Have a super weekend.

 

COB: A Perfect Circle

Just a couple of weeks ago when temperatures were touching 46o C a dust storm came up to settle scores with the blazing Sun (and my sinuses 😉 ).

20180613_174615It was quite a sight to catch a glimpse of a Sun as cool as the Moon, only rounder and unblemished just before it retired hurt for the day.

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The banana tree bows in homage to their Sustainer and Provider.

20180613_174537Or does it have ambitions of swallowing it up while it is down and out?

Hope you enjoyed these shots of the summer sun. I am happy to be able to contribute something to one of Cee’s photo challenges after a long time 🙂

Three things cannot be hidden long: the sun, the moon and the truth – Buddha

Grounded

A massive beauty for Becca’s Sunday Trees.The lady gives a perspective of size.

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

As You Like It

For this week’s Sunday Trees I have a really bindaas one 😀

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Covered

from top to toe

They cry foul

As they do

when uncovered

turn

a deaf ear to

the unpleasable world

take a leaf

from me

dance

to your song

as you like

however

you like

Hark! She Speaks

This week for Becca’s Sunday Trees I bring one that has probably witnessed history that continues to hold significance today – from the precincts of the famous Chittor fort. I have previously shared several visuals from this place earlier as well but this particular tree overlooks the Sati sthal on one side and Jauhar kund on the other. I could not bear to take photos of the place where women burnt themselves along with the dead bodies of their husbands or jumped into it for fear of rape and slavery by plunderers and victors of wars.

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Hark! She Speaks

I can tell you

tales of brave

helpless women

Sending off their men

to wage battles

of honor and pride

Fasting and praying

for his victory

and

his long life

They were but

One soul,

one body.

If he died, she would

burn with him

if he lost, it was Jauhar,

for her

and her children

As the spoils of war

it behooved her

to embrace death

to protect her

dignity and honor

and

save them

the dishonor

of failing to protecting her.

Times have changed

The world has progressed

They educate her

indulge her

pamper her and

cheer for her as she shatters

One glass ceiling after another

But under the sheen

lurks a beast

that seeks to

subjugate her with

attitudes and mentalities

that are passed off

as our culture and

sanskriti

All said and done

it is still her duty

to uphold their honor

And his right to defile hers

it is her duty to bear it silently

to shield their bestiality

so that they can continue to

hold up their heads in society

She is still blamed

and shamed

Be silent

Or be silenced

remains the

unsaid mantra

Since the beginning of time

they have

hacked my branches

stripped me bare

And with cruel knives

carved out love notes

on my body

over and over

again

but did I die?

Did I hide nakedness?

Did I hide my face?

Why do you?

 

Silent

unyielding

unflinching

unapologetic

existence

is my DNA

 

What is yours?

 

On a Trip of her Own

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When you are inspired by some great purpose, some extraordinary project, all your thoughts break their bonds; your mind transcends limitations, your consciousness expands in every direction, and you find yourself in a new, great and wonderful world. Dormant forces, faculties and talents become alive, and you discover yourself to be a greater person by far than you ever dreamed yourself to be.

Patanjali (c. 1st to 3rd century BC)

 

Linked to Becca’s Sunday Trees