You know how when we die, we all turn to the very earth we came from? Like, how the same earth brings about trees and leaves and everything wonderful? Trees that don't move, remain rooted, grounded, while seeing us chase our wild goose all our lives, only to have death ground us. But we don't have to wait for Death to ground us, isn't it? . . #green #naturelove 
How would you spend your Sunday morning? Especially during these times when a raging pandemic threatens to toss your life around like a rudderless ship in the stormy seas? I've realized that the things we did back when times were normal, especially during Sundays, could be our salvation. You see, this isolation, kind of reminds me of a song - Ground Control to Major Tom; revolves around a solo astronaut in space. We are all in our "mono pods". It's imperative that our lifestyle may make our sleep station the workstation, the workstation our entertainment section. I ensured to keep a clear division of the space. Where I work, I don't lounge, where I sleep, I don't work, so on and so forth. So, this Sunday, well half of it has already passed so I'd implore you to take care of spaceship today, demarcating the areas and sticking to it for the next week. Do come back and tell me how did it go? I am pretty sure the concern areas right now - anxiety, sleeplessness and focus, would be dealt with by next week. Besides, this will actually help you set the tone for the week ahead, during a time when weekends, days, and even hours seem to melting into each other. Cheers! #gardening #home #interiors #plants #green 
I grew up with plants. Would see my uncle give me tours of his rooftop garden, with dahlias the size of my hand, Thakuma taking immense pride in it. Uncle had a regime. He'd water them before sunrise and right after sunset, all through the weather, regardless of how tired he was. He'd talk to them while he pruned their roots, checked the soil, the leaves and all the way to the flowers. After thakuma passed away, he sort of gave that up altogether. I'd come up only to find empty pots and dried figs strewn all over the roof. As the years went by, the love of his came back, and so did dad pick up the habit. They kept, still do, sending me photographs of their flowers, new plants they had acquired, the info around them. When talking about plants, they both would suddenly become kid botanists, talking to me about the plants, introducing me with their scientific names and such. When I moved to this new place, a place which I had full control on, we planned on taking advantage of the white walls. I fumbled along the way, got scammed with plants along the way, some died. I learnt. Today, this small pad of mine has 15 plants, small and large and my days have never been this busy. Now I know the excitement. Although I still forget their scientific names and other typical knowledge, I try to keep up. I guess that's the legacy that I will take forward, the love and happiness that comes with nurturing something that doesn't quite know you, yet listens to you like no other. Kind of like dogs, or pets in general. #Garderning #nature #earth #beautiful #naturelove #amazing #visual #photography #angles #EarthVisuals #nature_wizards #doubletap #perfect #mothernature #photooftheday #goodweather 
I'll remember you with every word I write, with every silence between them, for in the silence lies the wait for another word, another hello, another hey how's it been. . . #bnw 
Bariye dao tomar haat, tomar haat. . . #bnw 
Am not your hollow moon, I am the night. . . #selfportrait 
|| Ittefaaq || . I wrote these lines back when I was about to leave the city of happiness, or as I liked to call it, the city that's dead. Like a rudderless ship, my life had no meaning or purpose back then. All I knew was to get through the day and be responsible towards myself, my friends and my family. I thought these lines back when at 2am, while returning from Victoria Memorial, I closed my eyes and let the city lights brush my me as my head lay on the famed Yellow taxi window. . I had a brother (going to Victoria at 2 in the morning was his idea, to have tea), and we spoke about the oddity of life, and how oddly, we both were, at the same time, looking for something, and yet not looking for it. . As it rained today, here in this part of India, as it did yesterday, in that part of the country, I thought of putting this into an homage. . The music is from the song "Ajnabi Sheher" by Sonu Nigam (Niggam, Nigum or whatever he likes to be called now). . Hope you enjoy. . . #poetry #montage #calcutta #stories 
Faasley, simat na sake. Raaste, jo mit na sake. In faaslo ko, simatna hai.. . . #Jal #song #music #band 
Raat kali ek khwaab mein aayi. . . #song #kishore #bollewood #classic