I have noticed this for quite sometime now. Throughout the country, at least in the places I have visited so far, I see bookshelves on the street! What’s the game here? Am I to pick one book I like in exchange of another book I would like others to read? Is this a some sort of public library where people exchange books anonymously? I think it is a brilliant idea!!!
My Friend said, ‘what a beautiful white habiscus!’
Then I replied: ‘duh! It’s not a habiscus. It is an Amaryllis!
We at least agree on one thing: it’s beautiful.
Green fingers, I do not have. I have tested it over and over again: there is no plant that survives under my care. Which is a pity because I would love to have plants in my room. Plants purify the air. Then, I thought of cacti. They might not be beautiful in a conventional sense, but they are certainly tenacious. Thy survive even under the harshest conditions. So I bought myself a cactus and it is still here and flourishing after a year. I love my cactus!
I can remember the sunset in this photograph to be so breath taking. It was just so beautiful. At the same time, it is also elusive. As if it is camera shy. I did not have my DSLR that day so I was working with what I had: my camera phone.
There is nothing more I find to be comforting than drinking coffee while on my way to my destination via the train. Coffee and train is the best combination ever. Don’t you agree with me? My train travels are simply not complete without a delicious cup of coffee and a newspaper, digital or otherwise.
The stormy weather today is so cruel. The wind blows hard and the sound it makes is quite unsettling. It is dark, cold and wet today, which can only be described by many as depressing. But I think, when you look carefully to this so called depressing weather and try hard to experience it differently, you will certainly see beauty in it.
Autumn is absolutely gorgeous. It project a certain drama that other seasons do not have, which makes me also quite dramatic.
For instance, looking at this last dying rose makes me sad. I call this flower the late bloomer. All her sisters are already long gone and she is still here dying alone. Her presence reminds us of the winter ahead.