This is the last in the series. Check out the previous posts in The Chronicles of Village Life series under Jharkhand Diaries. There are now barely a few days to go before school reopens after the summer vacations. The first thought of living in a village was exciting and instilled in me a sense of thrill. Sure, … Continue reading The Chronicles of Village Life – Part V
For The Love of Garden
“The best place to find God is in a garden. You can dig for him there.” - George Bernard Shaw My earliest fondest memories of a garden are from some twenty years ago. This garden, next to a nondescript one-bedroom house in a College staff quarters, was the result of its owner’s relentless hard work, proudly … Continue reading For The Love of Garden
Dreams Are Like Trees
Dream... Dreams are born, are crushed, are renewed and even stamped into oblivion ... daily. Dreams take birth - a fledgling of an idea, takes seed in a fertile mind, capable of overcoming the paranoia. The seed sprouts, grows, takes form of a sapling, budding into a tree flowering. Do the saplings always become the … Continue reading Dreams Are Like Trees
"No!" Aisha giggled. Mark checked his speed-o-meter again. "No? You sure?" He asked her, sticking his tongue out even more. "Daddy, noooo." Aisha giggled again. "Still no doggy," she said, flapping the large ragged doll in her hands for emphasis. "Okay, No." He laughed. "What about a horse?" Checking the rear-view mirror, he cautiously overtook … Continue reading Daddy’s Princess
Through The Window
This is in response to the Photo Prompt 'Through The Window'. Was supposed to post this last week, but somehow missed it completely. Nevertheless, sharing it now. Why I think this photograph fits the prompt best is because it obviously has been taken through the car window, but that it also gives a view of … Continue reading Through The Window
Gifts from Mother Earth
This may seem to be a very simple picture of some random flowers at first glance. But for some reason, I see a lot more than just that. To me, this picture depicts the full glory and marvels of nature within it. The vibrant yellow petals symbolise the Sun while the white petals look like they represent the Moon … Continue reading Gifts from Mother Earth
Stories of Sikkim Part III
Read Part 1 and Part 2 We had plans to visit the beautiful Tsomgo Lake and Nathula Pass, Indo-China border on Day 2, which was scrapped due to incessant rains in Gangtok and fresh snowfall in the higher region. No amount of wailing and bawling made Nature change its mind. Our driver then suggested a trip … Continue reading Stories of Sikkim Part III
Stories of Sikkim
“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” – St. Augustine They say travel teaches you more than anything else can. I have known this to be true and personally enjoy travelling. The experiences that it offers and the learnings it imparts are unmatched and cannot be compensated … Continue reading Stories of Sikkim
Be Inspired: Nature is Speaking
When Nature speaks, you gotta stop and listen. We better stop and listen. And heed the advice. Because Nature doesn’t need us. We need Nature. Featured in ‘From Around the World‘, this one is literally from Mother Nature herself.
Original Source – https://www.youtube.com/user/ConservationDotOrg/featured
Take a few minutes to listen to what Mother Earth, Ocean, Soil & Forest have to say to you. If they could speak in words besides actions, this is probably what they would say. (Assuming they are as polite as their narrators).
Both stunning in cinematography, choice of voices and the character that comes with them, as in the message these video’s are sending. These video’s are worth watching and will give you a much-needed wake-up call to take responsibility.
I am Mother Nature. Your actions will determine your faith, not mine. I am Nature. I will go on. I am prepared to evolve. Are you?
I am the Ocean. I give. They take. But I can always take back. If Nature isn’t kept healthy, humans won’t survive.
I am the Soil. I am broken and sick because of you. Are you paying attention? I am turning into dust. I suppose…
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