Sunday, October 2, 2011

Recluse for everyone.
I walk through the silent waters of the Mussandham beach with glittery orange lights in the evening. The serenity of the moist breeze tickling my face, watching the dream city quietly submerge in violet- is this true?
Today I kind of feel at oneness with myself.
The rapid, the fast- paced, the contemporary, all seem to have halted for me at this moment of time.
Encased in a time capsule, I feel the solace and the city noise turns into music, rhythm.
I wish I was a poet or a painter to encapsulate all the colors of the beach in my words or my canvas.
Nevertheless, my canon camera serves my purpose. J