Friday, 26 July 2013

Blossoms

Flowers, delicate and pure, never fail to awaken in us a sense of calm and joy. It's breathtaking then, to behold a thing of such wonder, to feel its tender petals that Nature shapes with utmost care.

There is something about them which draws me back to childish ways. Like burrowing my nose into their hearts, or trying to gently coax the nectar out. It's those fleeting returns to habits I've long since grown out of, that reminds me never to lose that childish innocence which made the world a beautiful place to live in.

And above all, flowers are my anchor to reality- that all good things must come to an end but it's possible to hold on to the memories of happier times. For even when faded and withered flowers remain beautiful, and to the pantheistic soul, Nature's way of smiling.
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Below are a few pictures from a week ago when the Heliconias were in full splendour. Also getting featured here is a carnation from the bouquet I got for my birthday, and also these white blooms. I don't know what they are called, but they flower every year during monsoon. They've got the most fragile petals and I cannot even begin to describe how beautiful they look when it showers.







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