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Happy Valentine’s Day

Got back on facebook; a great feeling to read the many stories of the friends there, I had been away for a year on that platform.

I had missed much of what happened last year there. It really is different and I’m pleased to have accumulated a wealth of my writings and photos there too and a break from the clutter and the unfolding narrative of my writing there was something that enabled me to focus on writing on this platform.

I have had sleepless nights and the struggle to establish a sense of sanity.

Meditating at odd times and channeling my energy to the core helped me to function better.

There does remain odd bits of the headache at times and I’m getting used to the noise and the life in the hills once more.

It has been years since I had settled in one particular place sans the travel between the cities and it is fascinating to bring in the expertise from the city life to this, now evolving city of our town.

The terrain is different and my cycling is appropriately adjusted and it is hard work and yet the landscape and the beauty of the hills is rewarding.

I had to run and chase away the troubles that had preoccupied my mind and the sense of calm does surface as I find ways to shut out the problems that the various people manufacture in their scheme of things by being more aware of the aspects of their reality.

It really was a whirlwind of a journey and I’m sure with a few of the thoughts of the Zen and other learnings one could perhaps, in a way tackle the problems that they unwittingly force on themselves and the world, and the situation is gradually improving my mental stamina to defend myself against attacks.

It really needs are combination of thinking processes to help tackle the troubles of the modern world and I’m faring much better now after having found the rhythm of life here on these hills.

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I have been away, on and off, for several years and there lingers the possibility of feeling an outsider and yet I go on without any problems for the most part, for I have lived here longer than I have lived in any other place and those were simpler and different time, and there remains in the vastness, such simple places where time stands still, I constantly search and discover the wonderful places.

I have read something new and have discovered some new chapters, there really is so much to be fascinated with.

It was raining, it was cold, it was brightly sunny and hot too and the months have passed in a flurry of changing light and colour.

Happy Valentine’s day!!

Good Nite

Happy Republic Day!!

We were celebrating the Republic Day here in Ooty, quite extraordinary.

I’ve been to many such celebrations in Bangalore, glad to be in my hometown for this.

Happy Republic Day!!

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It has been a tricky day; hard to focus on and the weather is inviting to be out there; the sunny days and the chill breeze.

The walk up the hill and back gave me more energy to find the things to do, there weren’t many people out there this day, empty spaces like the town is sleeping during the day.

Last night I had produced a great piece of work and after a few pages of drivel the attack on the situation and the record of the events that came as a surprise and a change in the hope for the future, a pleasant recollection of the moments that weighed heavy as I wrote them down.

My steps up there were hurried and left me wondering more about things and a little bit of music came back to me as I settled down to work again.

The changes in the quality of the work was greater as I had looked at the printing of the words and thought of the real pieces of words that enough to hold true and a call to the magic of the moments.

When you become a lover of what is, the war is over. — Byron Katie

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on discoveries and keeping them safe

On giving the best which we have in us to the right people and holding back because of the many who have wronged us.

The discoveries are wasted in my mind and yet I have to give it to the worthy, thinking if this is how the wider world wastes people. For long the thoughts of not having brought it to light was troubling us, and now to protect the what we have discovered from falling into the wrong hands is what stops us from even producing them in the first place.

Let them go venture out, sacrifice and discover. We will send it to the worthy!

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The rocky rocks are looking good with the yellow flowers

Using the noise and the pain to create

Using the noise and the pain to create.   The low noise zones do exist and one won’t reveal where it is.

The increase in the noise pollution is guaranteed to reduce one’s lifespan and yet being in a situation one is determined to finish one’s life’s work before one has to move on to the next verse.

Old people are lucky in this way that they don’t hear much of the noise in the environment.

Gentle trees and a soft evening

A white bird had welcomed me among the trees, now bathed in the afternoon sun the grassy slope was a glowing patch of green. The swaying trees are very old;

There was noise, the many visiting people bring it with them and a headache which I had to work-on to negate and unravel.

The sight of the melting mountains helped, there were odd moments of silence when we could hear the ever calling birds of this wood, a few of them sounded familiar.

Discovered sudden tints of red among the green over the blue. The brown dominated the vision ahead, the yellow too.

Flipped through and found the stories of the Kwikspells and then properly catching up with Uncle Vernon and his deals, discovered Dobby’s warnings to Harry, advising him not to go back to Hogwarts.

The white moon soon became visible, the sky took on the twilight hues of pink and blue.

It was a cold evening.
A good day of reading.

Manhua: Peony Pavilion by Xia Da Chapter 1

An uncommon encounter led me to such a charming moment; made clear only later as I discovered this in one of my books.

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Years ago, as I was reading some *manga I came across this **manhua of poems called Peony Pavilion. I’ve always been fascinated with Chinese Art, and the gorgeous illustrations hooked me right in to try and read it. At first, I hesitated because the tags included tragedy and I hate tragic endings but after finishing the first chapter I was happy that the stories depicted are not really tear jerkingly tragic. The stories are full of metaphors owing to the fact that these are a part of Chinese Folk Tale collections. They are of a romantic genre—love, separation and death are the usual themes.

* manga: Japanese comics. Read from right to left, top to bottom

** manhua: Chinese comics. Read from right to left, top to bottom

~manhua is different from ***manhwa, which is the Korean equivalent of manga. They are usually read from left to right and top to…

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