Summer of 91

Some photos gives an opportunity to go down memory lane. It makes you to go to your distant past when things were as simple and as direct as it looked like. These photos are sweet reminiscence of a ignorant phase of life.

We do grow up and eventually start playing weird games for existence. We get tired of proving ourselves worthy. Sometimes a few extra leaves of currency proves its worth better than you.

A candle dies because of its own light and humans also do.

This particular frame which the photo freezes was a humid July morning.. I had lost a button in my shirt as i always used to bite it. I was little shy because of swathi(who was sitting beside me). That was the maths teacher and the English teacher standing to our left. They did teach about maths and English, but they didn't reveal about the tricky game of life lying ahead.

So with our innocent faces.. We smiled..

For us the world ended within the compound walls of the school. The neem tree outside the wall is something which is extra-terrestrial..

I still feel the stinky smell which one can feel when they go near the coconut tree(seen in the background).. The smell of jasmine which pervades as our English teacher(mallika) enters the class. The sound of bell was the declaration of independence.

Life ended within short boundaries.. The word 'Happiness' was properly defined.. Now its little itchy to define happiness. I define and redefine it nowadays. May be you might also be doing the same thing.

The swaying Tao pendulum is in its 'Yin' phase (this is for my Chinese friends). The Karma is

accumulating.. The good Shepard beckons me in return for the sins. Somewhere back in that summer of 91, I didn't care much about these and hence smiling.
Life is a box of chocolates!