It was noon, when the Sun decided to get behind the clouds for a quick nap.
Then the clouds took over -painting the skies a palette that was delectable.
The jarring cables, otherwise an eyesore on the citiscape, became a fetching ornament on the painted canvas. Every vestige of city life transformed itself into beautiful images.
And I stood in awe at what unfolded on the walls of heaven as the mighty Sun was having a peaceful siesta. 
There is a moment in time when the sun sets when cityscapes change into magical bioscopes, as I call them.
There is a tango of shadow and light in the skies.
And you get to see amazing pictures taking shape. You learn to see the horizon in a new light!
Human hands can talk. And their language is universal. 
Watch the hands and you will understand the meaning of unspoken words.
There is something breathtaking about traditional jewellery. The design, the cut, the simplicity even in its opulence -it talks about beauty and elegance of a bygone era!
I'm especially partial to the traditional designs from Kerala. Though my admiration extends to all traditional and antique pieces from around the world. I like to see them, hold them, touch them -but very rarely do I wear them! 
Look beyond the obvious. Look under the surface. Look in between the spaces. LOOK beyond what you can SEE.... And you will find unimaginable treasures.
When I did, I found this...liquid gold, pearl drops, rubies and velvety silks. 
Abundant beauty in dirty stagnant water and filled with many days' old, withered, and dying rose petals....! 
The story of how Ganesha won the race around the world by beating his more athletic and agile brother Subramanya, without even stepping outside his home in heaven, was one of my favourite childhood stories.You can be podgy; you can be slow on your feet;you can have a mouse as a pet; you can have a brother who gets the girls; (okay, i added that one!) you can even have an elephant head;
Yet, you don't have to be a loser.You can still win the race;you can be a leader;you can be respected;you can be loved;and you can be a winner.
All you need is a little common sense.
A few droplets of water.
We are surrounded by beauty. But the naked eye misses much. Because it is restricted by the conventional, society-chartered, concept of beauty. If we allow the naked eye the freedom to see the way it is originally meant to then it will not miss much.
The shadow play in the picture amuses me a great deal!
And I really, really, really need to get those conversion lenses if I want to go anymore closer to the rose!
I have a penchant for collecting pens -it's a recently cultivated madness.Not those horribly expensive ones, but I go for the quirky ones.Right now I have two favourites -the Donald Duck top and mimo the fish.
Mimo flops to the side and Donald Duck's butt lights up everytime I sign my name. It tickles me no end!
I hardly find these old fashioned paper weights in the market anymore. Or maybe I ain't seeing in the right place. Whatever the case maybe, I possess two such paperweights and I consider them to be precious.
news that Sr.Martha passed away yesterday. She was my teacher in school. I never met her again after I left school more than two decades ago. But I always remembered Sr.Martha. Not the kind where you'd think of someone everyday. In fact, I hadn't thought of her for more than a decade until this morning!
ability to see beyond the surface.
Immediately bringing to the fore the beauty of the leaves, which was hitherto hidden underneath a cloud of darkness. That was what Sr.Martha was to me -a ray of sunshine.
