WINDOW
FRIENDSHIP
FRIENDSHIPBLURR
The second one were two little girls holding hands playfully and singing childhood tunes. I like to call this symphony of marching happiness "FRIENDSHIP". The holding of hands is very appealing and the marching very confident. The blur in the surroundings seems to reinforce their closeness and make rest of the world irrelevant to their happy little niche. The innocent look to the stranger (me) is very peculiar. One is skeptical and fearful, the other happy and careless. Will they still hold hands when they grow up and be adults. May be. But I am skeptical like the first one. How and why do we lose that innocence?
The third one was a child running alongside my car excited to see me, near the same village. The child and the foreground are blurred. The background is relatively in focus. It reminds me of the fleeting moments of happiness that the innocence of childhood carries. The boy and his immediate surroundings are waning with the same pace as his excitement will very soon after I leave. The good innocent happy days pass off soon, and even one day we all pass on. The world remains same though. It has and will remain the same just as the "window" has seen it. People will continue doing similar things. The little schemes we all make are naught in the sands of time. Nothing lasts-childhood, men, fame, happiness or gloom. Our present is a "mere blurr in the background of eternity". I'm sure the "window" has seen enough of this.
Recently I was visiting some places not very far from Srinagar city (JK, India) and shot some pictures.
The first one was an ancient temple in a distant village off Srinagar, thousands of years old (place called Naranaag, en route to the high lying lake--"Gangbal") and I named it "WINDOW". I feel the way the window is looking at the wilderness is very touching. Generations must have looked out of it and seen the apparently changing times. However "time" has made the window "timeless" as it has refused to change.
The second one were two little girls holding hands playfully and singing childhood tunes. I like to call this symphony of marching happiness "FRIENDSHIP". The holding of hands is very appealing and the marching very confident. The blur in the surroundings seems to reinforce their closeness and make rest of the world irrelevant to their happy little niche. The innocent look to the stranger (me) is very peculiar. One is skeptical and fearful, the other happy and careless. Will they still hold hands when they grow up and be adults. May be. But I am skeptical like the first one. How and why do we lose that innocence?
The third one was a child running alongside my car excited to see me, near the same village. The child and the foreground are blurred. The background is relatively in focus. It reminds me of the fleeting moments of happiness that the innocence of childhood carries. The boy and his immediate surroundings are waning with the same pace as his excitement will very soon after I leave. The good innocent happy days pass off soon, and even one day we all pass on. The world remains same though. It has and will remain the same just as the "window" has seen it. People will continue doing similar things. The little schemes we all make are naught in the sands of time. Nothing lasts-childhood, men, fame, happiness or gloom. Our present is a "mere blurr in the background of eternity". I'm sure the "window" has seen enough of this.
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