I feel poetic

When a bit of sunshine hits ye,

After passing of a cloud,

When a fit of laughter gits ye

And ye'r spine is feeling' proud,

Don't forget to up and fling it

At a soul that's feeling blue,

For the minit that ye sling it

It's a boomerang to you.

"The Boomerang" by Capt. Jack Crawford.

I dreamt last night

I am someplace magical, I'm sure, because the moon is yellow and looms large into the horizon which seemed much closer than it usually does during the day's awakenings.I am walking across a cobbled path, lined with leafless trees,leading me to the moon. I have a digital camera in my hands (which I've wanted for so long).It's a Nikon D70S.I know for sure because I am holding it in my hands ever so lovingly.

I stop because I want to shoot the moon and I am able to take one shot , and the camera clicks and whirls. I am happy. I want to take more shots but suddenly the moon becomes smaller and shoots up the sky almost like a shooting star only aiming towards the velvet sky.

Suddenly,it's day and I run across a group of scrawny children playing in sand.I start taking pictures of two girls holding hands and swirling round and round in circles. Through my viewfinder,I find a pair of dark intense eyes staring at me. She is not smiling. I want to take pictures because her face has such intensity. Yet, she stares and won't let me. Someone whispers into my ears and tells me that I cannot expect her to let me take pictures of her specially when I've just arrived.

I nod.

And open my eyes.

[Image taken on 1st January, 2010 at 1 am during the partial lunar eclipse as seen in Ranchi, India)

Sometimes Logan is just the prettiest place in the whole world. It's been raining since last night and a most beautiful sparrow sat on my window sill a few minutes ago to shake off the rain.

I wish I has batteries in my camera to take a picture but it flew off before I could get around to it. Such is life.

Oh, did I tell you by the way, I finally moved out of my old place for the summer. Moving is exciting and unsettling at the same time. I've moved four times already in the past 2 years so I've been feeling pretty much nomadic and I know I will be moving again in the next 3 months. Hence, I have not been particularly ecstatic about it.

However, I've already started to warm up to my new place. Here's a view from my window:


There is a small stream running hidden among those trees , so if I just cross the street, and scamper a bit , I reach the pebbly stream. I plan to make full use of the the stream during warm summer afternoons with a blanket, a flask of iced tea, a bag of cucumber and tomato sandwiches and a nice book. Bliss.

If I climb over the the hill past the stream ,I am welcomed with this view:


Plus, I also found a nice little cozy grocery store a block away from my house which sells everything you might need. In a place of gigantic and impersonal retails such as walmart, K-mart and other such marts, it was indeed very refreshing to enter a small wooden store with windchimes and a friendly cashier who told me the store has existed since the 1940s.

Life is, indeed, good.

My sunflower makes pretty patterns with the fluffs of cotton against the sky.




I want to float on the edge of these feather like clouds

across oceans and forests and fields of green grass

I would wave to yellow sunflowers waiting on windowsills

and fly kisses to the world below in hushed ,playful little whiffs of wind.

I would hope someone catches them in the wisps of their hair ,

or in the twirl of a new born leaf as it winks at the sun.

[Post script : Just realized the cloud actually looks like it's flipping me off. Hmmmph!]

Scribbled in my diary, I found the following quote-

"I would not give a fig for the simplicity this side of the complexity, but I would give my life for the simplicity on the other side of the complexity"- Olive W. Holmes

Nothing could have made a better closing argument to the struggle going on in my mind since the past few days. Hence, I have decided to move back to India once I graduate.

Which, by the way, happens in another 5 days and it's gonna be LEGEN-waitforit-DARY!!

Since, I had been busy with the thesis, presentations and last minute panic attacks , I haven't had the time to go out and take any pictures but I did came across the works of an incredible photographer, Ayash Basu, who has done some great wildlife photography.

Still, a picture of the Mormon Temple at Logan,Utah against an orange sunset.