Category: flowers

“Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice.”― Steve Jobs

“Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice.”  ― Steve Jobs
Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
Steve Jobs

A tryst with nature…


“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.”
Nature alone has the power to embrace all creatures equally without any discrimination. She cares not for any race or gender. Her blessings or fury are equally dispensed upon all Gods’ creatures. In this tumultuous world of hatred and crime what better place to find solace than a solitary walk amidst nature?
One’s tryst with nature need not be in the hills or mountains or the woods. Nature’s beauty exists everywhere. It only seeks an eye to behold and appreciate. While walking down the bustling streets a tiny sprout emerging from below the concrete road startles a nature lover. He quickly pulls out his mobile to capture the moment and acknowledge its beauty. Releasing a sigh for the happiness he got unexpectedly, he walks off with a smile oblivious of things or people around.
Sipping through the evening coffee, he looks out of his window and sees a flight of birds heading homewards. That reminisce him about his family far away. The hustle and bustle of the city life had disassociated him from his near and dear ones. He had become a sophisticated ‘troglodyte’ of the modern world. He recollects a poem by W H Davies

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

He walks down the lane to the street where he had seen that tiny little sprout early that morning. Gently he pulls it out and puts it in his pocket. He then turns and hurries back home, unmindful of the people staring at his strange act. He pulls out the dried stems of his dead plant from the pot he had placed some years ago. He cautiously places the sprout into the pot and pours in some water. Another sigh leaves his heart as he sees the sprout stand upright.
All through the evening he kept staring at it as a lover would. As he bit through his meal he felt a kind of connection with the tiny sprout as he had never felt before. This sudden tryst made him relive the life he had lost in the mundane city. Flashes of memories rolled through his mind of him as a kid running through the meadows catching butterflies, listening to the chirping of birds and rolling his hands over the blooming flowers. The fresh cheese that he chewed from his grandmother’s hands, the long hikes he made with his grandfather to the mountains seemed to be lost in some dreams.
Tonight he felt relaxed as he lay to rest unlike his other stressful nights. He felt he was reunited with his true love. A tryst that brought bliss into his life; which is the nature of NATURE.

“Nature teaches more than she preaches. There are no sermons in stones. It is easier to get a spark out of a stone than a moral.” John Burroughs