It was winter again. The beautiful red and orange hues of fall had given away for naked brown barks and the whites of the snow. Soon the valley would be painted white, much like her mood.
Her thoughts were wearing her down as she walked through the valley with her red umbrella. It stood out against the dull winter evening, braving her on instead of embracing those dark thoughts.
As the wind rushed past her, swaying her umbrella, she thought about the positives in her life. The image of her ten year old son came to her mind. He must have returned from school by now and waiting for her at the window, she thought. She recollected how he liked eating snow flakes and sliding down the snow. Winter was his favourite season. For her though, the dry cold and memories of the past left her gasping. Her thoughts turned sour again. She tried to shake them off as she took the last curved stretch before her home.
It was getting dark now with the sun well past the horizon; the silence in the valley dwindled only by a few lanterns. As she reached within sight of her home, she gazed upon one of the mountain peaks that was still visible. Her home had a small porch with couple of chairs overlooking part of the valley as well as the mountain peaks afar. She looked at the window, it was half open and dimly lit. As she reached near, closing her umbrella, she called out for her son but with no response. A creaking sound welcomed her home as she turned the door open, she looked around and called for him again but the silence was deafening. She shed her belongings and took a few steps inside and towards the stairs to see if he had dozed off on the loft. He had done that before. They had a big loft with a small bed and a table that served as his personal space. A few stairs up, she stared at the empty loft, her heart was now pounding. The dry cold of the winter brought many animals to the valley and she was shaking with fear. As she turned around, she heard a few footsteps from the wooden porch outside. Her blood curdled now, she waited a second before rushing outside. The empty chairs stood witness to the dark silence. Her vision turned blurry looking at the endless stretch of darkness and the mountain peaks barely visible now.
Suddenly, she felt a hug from behind, gripping her legs. She felt the hands of her son, she touched them, turned around and hugged him tight. She cried with joy, with darkness obliterated by his presence. He smiled at her naughtily and wiped her tears. She hugged him again and realised her life had turned a new leaf, a new winter and all that mattered to her now was her son. They sat down on the porch steps looking at the snow capped mountains as snow began to pour again. He stretched his hand out to meet some snow balls. She joined him with a smile.
Every city has a character of its own, could be its rich history with old unesco heritage buildings, museums, sculptures around the city, shopping malls, plazas, dancing fountains, gardens, beautifully constructed bridges, famous hotels or restaurants, tall sky scrapers or just short buildings preserving the heritage and of-course the people that make the city.
On our recent visit to Munich we had a beautiful view of the park on the sides of river Isar. Its a great place to relax, socialise, read a book, have a beer, experience the evening wind and the cold water gushing your feet. If you are in Munich, make sure to pack a quick snack and visit this beautiful place.
As the sun sets down Muncheners return to the serene part of their daily lives. And we realised this was an inseparable part of Munich’s culture.
The enthusiast photographer in me would have liked to picture the supermoon, the world has been talking about since last 14 hours. Unfortunately, i only got wind of it at about 8:30 pm last night. I jumped out to my terrace but by then Mr. Moon had decided to get back to being “normal”.
The skies of Mumbai looked the usual and it was only from social sites that i realised the gravity of my miss. I have assigned Siri with a crucial task yesterday, to remind me of the supermoon in 2034!
I decided to walk my disappointment with a stroll on a nearby lake. With an iPhone 5s as my only camera i did run into some consolation pictures.
Its a very happy and special feeling to wake up on a Sunday morning and see flowers blooming on your terrace. This morning i had this special experience, thanks to our friends who had invited us to stay at their place. Checkout their terrace! loved it!
The way from Neuschwanstein Castle is a steep one and you need to sprint since there is limited time to catch the bus to Hohenschwangau.
While i was catching my breath i noticed an old man walk past me, dragging his suitcase along. As i looked down at the suitcase, i couldn’t control my smile. Here was a cute dog popping out as if to say, “dude, u suck! Look at my friend here!”
One of the largest medieval castles in Europe, and well preserved, Hohensalzburg is a nice spot to get gorgeous views of the city. However, there are a couple of good shots on the way and inside the castle as well!
He lay there on the chair like a dead guy, empty inside. A lost man can still feel his breath to realise that there is still life left in him. But the sucker punch can sometimes take the will out of a person, the will to live life, the will to breathe.
Recently i was going through some old images that i had taken in Barcelona and came across the ones taken in Casa Mila, also known as La Pedrera. This happens to be the last civil building completed by Gaudi and is a masterclass in architecture.
It is said Gaudi was disappointed with Barcelona’s skyline – with ugly chimneys over every single home. He decided to use it as inspiration and built one of the most amazing roofs you will ever come across.