Love

my painted corner

I was born in a beautiful place-Ranchi in the then Bihar of India.
Ranchi was favourite of the English people for its natural beauty and
climate. It was the summer capital of the governer of Bihar.
Ranchi was not a wet place like Bengal. So whenever I came to Calcutta
in my childhood I became sad. There was no tree in Calcutta no forest,
no brook near it-and no hyena roaming around in the city street in the
night. Their was no fear and no delight! So I wanted to return to my
birthplace.
I can not return to Ranch now as none can return to one's childhood!
It has never been possible for me then to love Bengal and love my adulthood!
I was long lost in the forest of Ranchi.

From the train

While returning from Southern India this image was taken by my
daughter from the train. The train was passing through Andhra
Pradesh-a province of India. We were returning from Chennai.

only a rose

clouds all over

the day was just waiting to bid adieu

I love every day as it will never come back again in the same way. At
the time it will leave forever -it will carry with it all my emotions
and passions.
I feel for it as I have my life lived in its time!
It will leave in silence along with the sun after a few moments.

I will be still waiting -only to hear it singing my life in the tunes
of the chirping crickets when the stars will appear one after another.

full moon tonight

"tumi robe nirobe hridoye mamo
nibiro nibhrita purnima nishithini samo..."
- Rabindranath Tagore

You are there in my heart silent and alone
like the moon in full moon night...