Reflections

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A sunny morning and
also that kind of morning,
when 'Nature' wishes to present...
a showpiece from its bag of treasures.

The mind, jostling with many thoughts, calms down, as I stop to view...

The many many gentle ripples
criss crossing the top of
the shimmery lake are whispering...

Come hither...
Enjoy the sight of
etched water colour paintings,
I am proudly displaying today -
of the carefully tended trees
and  dense swaying foliage,
preserved in wet canvas,
seemingly upside down.

The 'at times hazy' paintings
are relishing the soft massage offered
by the 'now small, now big' ripples
that dance over them,
the curving patterns and movements,
covering large swathes of water,
their synchronised movement
leaving one awestruck.

The effect  is enhanced
by those shadowy n' graceful,
dark, semi-circular patches,
gracing the neat bunds, which are
echoing with joyous sounding splashes, with the ever busy sun,
marking stencils of my favourite trees,
over placid waters.

This potrait of 'Serenity,'
a creation of Nature,
that extends its pleasantries,
to the topmost curtained window
of the nearby highrise
via a cool breeze,
carrying a myriad messages
from a refreshing vista,
makes  me peek out
every once in a while...
thanks to workers
striving to keep the lake clean,
reminding me of a certain something,
that we need to be reminded of...
again and again.

The Need of the hour: Clean Lakes

Intriguing Bytes

Water weeps...

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A tale begins... The lake drew crowds. Children played under the trees. Birds arrived Nests and fledglings  dotted the scene. The lake fed water to many a locality. Along came drought... The rains went far far away. The lake reduced in size. Filth and sewage crept in. The colour of the water puzzled many. People walked past wrinkling their noses at the smell. The lake  dried up. Trees were felled. The land was barren. Birds gave it a miss. The sand laden trucks took over. The 'premium' land was eyed... Encroachments came up. Huts, buildings, a colony, shops,... Through the windows, the echo of quacking ducks and a shimmering n' placid expanse of water, with a cool breeze blowing in, caressing the cheeks with dots of moisture, went missing. Was there ever a lake? Old-timers nod their heads. Near the window of a tenement, which rests upon a 'once  picturesque' lake bed, sits a big sparkling can of drinking water, delive
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Hear them calling!

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Here they are, the big ones and the small ones, appearing singly or in groups, precursors to dazzling flowers, a kaleidoscopic range of fragile buds... parading their freshness, their eye-catching colours, unique designs, their varied arrangements, plus some mysterious secrets and scents. Do spend a minute to observe them closely, for their transformation may happen tomorrow or the day after.
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Those few drops

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The sun wakes up smiling and decides to make its presence felt. The patch of rain clouds spread over the Eastern sky pause awhile. They do not wish to leave. The cool wind blowing, caressing soft cheeks, bringing with it a whiff of shiny drops, dithers... Should it stay or leave? The warm wind, ready and waiting nearby, takes over and just when the sun decides to bring in its strongest rays, the rain clouds rush past in a fit of mischief and let go a few drops, drops that can be counted. Truly, did it rain? Oh yes! It did. Within seconds... the rain clouds vanish and the sun gets extra busy, drying up those few wet dots, showing up, here and there, on the ground and on the soil. The leaves sway gracefully, aglow with the touch of those few refreshing drops, they were fortunate enough to receive and enjoy. Water series:8
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My office beckons

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Believe it or not... My day at the office is pretty cool.               No eyes glued to  computers. No deadlines. No brainstorming sessions. No troublesome co workers.             Shh! Just have  to peer here and there for some edible stuff.              
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Endless chatter

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The conversation went on ... The listener's eyes remained glued to the scene while her mouth moved, as the various parts were pointed out. Adult: Here are the roots. Child: Oooh! Adult: They call it 'the stem'. Child: Aah! So strong. Adult: See the branches spread out. Child:  Ha, ha!  Dancing to the wind. Adult: Touch and feel the leaves. Child: Shh! The ants are playing. Adult: See the baby buds Child: Open, open!  See me. Adult: A happy red flower. Child: Wow! May I touch it? Adult: Someone has seen it first. Child: Hey! I'm willing to share. Nature smiles... as endless tales are spun in its midst.
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Your very own piece of the forest

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The picture on the seed packet aroused interest. The packet was emptied onto a piece of readied Earth and the results were awaited. For a city dweller longing for a glimpse of a forest, the view before me is satisfying. A miniature forest to enjoy on a daily basis...meanwhile, I continue to dream of real forests, tempting/beckoning me with stretches of lush/dense growth, their vast canopy with many a mystery tucked away, a surfeit of green, thanks to raindrops trickling through, satisfying parched inhabitants, arousing the many buds and blossoms into a joyous mood, the tall, sturdy tree trunks, craning their necks and reaching up to tickle the clouds with bright tassels of green, Nature's  velvety soft patchwork quilt below, displaying  endless shades of green, thoughtfully designed  and exhibited by a master creator whose imagination knows no boundaries, and resounding with the diverse music of tiny bugs and their critters. 
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One minute reads-9

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Today's diary: Busy ants completing their project: the outline of a tree. Shh! Can you wait? I am not fully awake yet. The sky is a dull grey but I'm having fun peering at it, through chinks in the green canopy.
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Nature weaves tales-11

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"My favourite slippers are wet and muddy," grumbles a voice. "Shh! Never mind. Look down carefully. Your tiny seed has finally woken up," soothes another. A tale unfolds... The canvas above has a finished look. Darkness has filled in the gaps. The house turns silent. My eyes gaze outside, though the window mesh, trying to make sense of the blackened mosaic overhead, silent, except for occasional sounds from an almost 'pet-like' frog. Outside, the hot sand, cries, silently, for a long withheld lifeline. My eyes close and images - those bottles of hope - float, gently past, in my dream. Hours slip past... Sudden drum beats of thunder, humming the tune, 'gonna love taking the centre stage...' make tired eyebrows move. My eyes open. Softly descending raindrops, call out to darkness... 'am here to give you company.' Thunder agrees. Lightning follows suit. As dawn enters, the aroma of wet s
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World Environment Day 2018 - A bit of caring

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The dawn of a very special day. We are dreaming and praying. Hoping our wish for a plastic free, spacious, litter free, evergreen, butterfly kingdom comes true. Help has arrived to ensure this. We love our new playmates. Here's one, and another and yet another colourful one. We have some juicy treats in mind for the new entrants. Envisaging a thirst free day.
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Not just a tree

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The trees are whispering... we need to do something to draw attention and their strategy has worked. The 'oohs and aahs,' are spontaneous. A 'bleeeding'- traumatized tree. Once upon a time - The Dino World
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