tomato whole seller

In my Sitarampur kitchen garden I am harvesting tomatoes. Some are
still green but I think they are ready for salad and for your curry.
I invite you all. It's as good as pumpkins for curries.

brush's own ways

surroundings of Sitarampur

Let me love

"For God's sake hold your tongue and let me love"

leaves

Leaves are words of a tree-which is soft spoken.
And with these words the tree tells beautiful tales. If you ask me if
I ever heard of any tale-I'll say-no, my dear friend. The birds know
it.
But perhaps I have heard many fantastic tales when the leaves throw
some bizarre tales in a stormy night.
But the trees then are not soft-spoken.

existence in dream

return to life

One -in young days dreams and wants for many things and spreads to
varuoius directions. Not all wishes and dreams are fulfilled. If there
was anything at all that can satisfy a person! In the end and it is
felt that one was actually born in a wrong world that satisfy none! Or
because the very person was wrong in a right world?
So when it is time for the sun of life leaving this world -the tired
birds of our wishes return -unfulfilled and gather round the tree from
where they once flied to cross the horizons.

delight of being unknown like grass

There is always a burden of being known and seen by others. Why? It's
because none knows you. You are not good nor you are bad. You are
neither this nor that. You are only YOU.
And it is only belonging to this unreflected self -you can discover
the joy of existence.
Nobody knows the purpose of your existence-except you.

Mallika

"...Curse, bless, me now with yours fierce tears, I pray,
Do not go gentle into that good night....."

Dylan Thomas

Song to Myself

"A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
........
..I guessed it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt,
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and
remark, and say Whose?
.................
What do you think has become of the young and old men?
.........
They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to
arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appeared.
............
....."
Walt Whitman

pouring light on mind

melting...

standing ovation

If you ever visit Sitarampur Railway Station-you'll find them standing
on your way. While going past they will touch you with their gentle
and fragrant air.
Accept it as my welcome message.

the green is satisfied

blessed with light

When I find myself bare of everything and there is nothing that I can
recognise as my own-then in that bareness I am filled with light..

Make your flute empty. One who is to play it will play it and the
music will flow fom the empty holes!

a praying lamp in my heart

/

light

The only fruit that cast impressions

In the psyche of humanity the rose exists as the most beautiful
representative on behalf of all the flowers -and so is the apple in
the world of fruits of this world. For me these are not the most
cherished fruits and flowers. But how can I ignore the history of
human civilisation in relation to these gifts of nature?
They stand winners.

The last tran has just left Sitarampur Station

sweet thoughts

As I sat on the bench on the platform of Sitarampur Railway Station
-sweet memories were coming forth. But I thought I'll never be able to
say "Mallika-come again-here in my home.."

let me have this vast to get lost

breaking at the parting moments

my response

an evening song

approaching evening

An old friend in Sitarampur Railway Station

No no -it's not dead. Small leaf-buds will sprout from its branches in spring.

for people who love maple and fall

In Bengal we have two seasons in between monsoon and winter. They are
Sharat & Hemanta respectively. Sharat is very subtle and short-lived.
In no other country in this world there are six distinct seasons as it
is in Bengal(India) and Bangladesh (earlier E. Pakistan).
For the Bengalis of the two Bengals there is no such distinct and
colourful season as Fall. We have Hemanta -which is nearer to Fall in
the sense that trees shed leaves in this time. But it's not as
colourful as it is in America and Europe.I think the people of these
lands enjoy falls. But at the same time -perhaps they get a bit shaky
for the imminent but unwanted winter.
Here people welcome winter as it's not as terrible as it's in the West.
The people of West miss Sharat while I miss Fall here in Bengal.
This photo is dedicated to those who love maple leaves and Fall.

the railway line through the forest

A train no 2115 UP runs through this line. It's a history. But here in
Flickr it's unnecessary. However if anyone feels to know about the
train and a station named Sitarampur one must visit the site as below:
The station is my home -in the true sense of the term.

So if anyone -if he or she is interested about me and my home please
visit the site:

<http://glorybower.blogspot.com>
The name of the site is -2115 UP
It is easily found by Google search-just write --2115 UP

My inarticulate prayer

"...Too perfect to be held by death-bound hearts..."

Not a butterfly

A sea-shell

mosaic evening

keeping the doctor away

Wishing good health for Flickr-friends

From Bengal with love

a vague smile of hesitating hue

beginning of a dream

end of a tale

Or one may consider it as the last page of a tale

Snow Bush

The plant was given to me by one of my collegues. According to him
this is a naturally born Bonsai of Banyan tree. So I kept it in a
small pot and cared little to help it grow. But it has not cared my
services and has grown in its own way. It drops aerial roots just like
banyan trees and clings anything below through them. It grows small
fruits.
But I have doubt whether my collegue was right as to its family. I think it is-
[BREYNIA DISTICHA [NIVOSA] "Snow Bush" pendant branches of oval
leaflets splashed with white and green, supported by erect woody
trunk. Easy spurge indoors. Growing they develop a round-shape shrub.
The Breynia distichia develops like a shrub. This plant in the winter
assumes a green colouring; it is small in size and can reach 1 m high.
It keeps its leaves in the winter.] as per my Google search findings.

Coming of love

The season for roses is winter in India. So new, soft and coloured
leaves sprout up from the branches of rose plants at the onset of
winter. It's not winter now here in india but there is something in
the air very subtle only felt in the early morning- which is
comparable only with the budding mind of a girl of fourteen -who feels
but not yet aware of what she wants. Or why she feels so.

From a rose plant-pot on the roof of our house.

the moon is absent today

The Sun also rises