Je t'aime

For it is not the memories themselves. Only when they become our blood, our glance, our gesture, nameless and indistinguishable from who we are only then can it happen that in a very rare hour the first word of a poem rises from their midst and goes forth.

The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

Rainer Maria Rilke

You wore a lemon green outfit that day

Or was it pale yellow

Not that it matters

etched in memory

your smile

that day

Je t'aime!

Lara Fabian in Je t'aime! 

Hornbill ahoy!

I was quite surprised to see these big birds atop the neem tree behind our office. From a distance I couldn't make out what they were, and despite the ungainly manner, they seemed very swift once airborne. It was only through the camera that could I discover that these   were actually grey hornbills.

Indian Grey Hornbill in Faridabad

Once I saw them a pair, next day there were six of them. Since they nest in big trees, it looked like they were trying to find out some suitable place. I found a short video about a nesting pair in the President's Estate which you can see here 

Meanwhile, the season is getting hotter by the day, and a dip into the water really looks great!

To me

Without a little madness I wouldn't be able to feel and if I can't feel then I'll lose my mind. And if I lose my mind then I'll lose my words. 

(r m drake)
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Now
this moment, and
ages preceding,
Was it really
me

One lone bulbul

mutters in halfsleep

its 3 a.m.

Is this me
breathing,
wondering
is this really
me

Slowly, the silence

breaks into birdcall

its 4.30

Stars that burnt

so bright tonight

begin to fade

Who is me
Why do I hurt,
Fear, rage
is it really
me
_________

What a strange thing!

to be alive

beneath cherry blossoms

(Kobayoshi Issa)