While living in Switzerland, I used to go for long walks. I walked along lakes, through vineyards, under the shadow of mountains, and along small streams. One thing which accompanied me on my walks was divine beauty; everywhere and in every corner. I enveloped all my walks and kept them secured and safe in a deposit called the heart.
Tag: nature
Some hundreds of years ago there lived a man in the rugged landscape of Utah – a place where survival for an extended period of time was difficult. He was an ordinary man who built a home for his family, a canal for his crops and his cows and a road to collect wood. He used to collect woods to keep them warm during the dark hours of the winter night. One day, he could not find his cow and went to search her. After a while, he not only found his cow but something ethereal. He was not prepared to see what he saw! Ebenezer Bryce unknowingly discovered today’s Bryce Canyon National Park that attracts thousands of tourists throughout the year.
Whenever I look at my camera sitting alone on my table, an urge to pick it up and get outside to a new place overcomes me often. And then something incredible happens. I end up exploring a new place; a new perspective. On our way to the Big Basin Redwood State Park in California, we visited a Buddhist temple, the Taungpulu Kaba- Aye Monastery – a hidden gem. It is situated amidst redwood trees. This place is a stark contrast to the otherwise high paced silicon valley of California.
Whenever I think about spending a romantic day with my better half, I imagine ourselves mostly in the lap of nature; hearing the waves splashing on the shore in a beautiful beach; sipping on hot coffee while overlooking a snow covered landscape; hand in hand, walking down a small and cozy green hamlet amidst mountains; sitting quietly before a flowing rivulet; seeing ripples and vanishing trails formed by a boat while cruising on a beautiful lake surrounded by mountains or laying under a thousand glittering stars on a dark night in a desert.
When the Sun shines after a heavy snowfall, even an ordinary roof top or a barren piece of land appears extraordinary. And when it happens in Switzerland, an extraordinary landscape becomes sheer poetry; a magic.
Festivals are interesting! We all celebrate our respective festivals every year. Perhaps most of us enjoy festivals with some set conventions and rules. I had seen in our culture, any deviations from tradition produce anxiety and fear of nameless consequences. In my early age, I never questioned those traditions, but now I do. Now I celebrate in my own little way. Here is a story of a Christmas morning in Switzerland.
Sun drenched mornings that bask in the golden sunshine, walking with the tweeting and chirping birds, adorned with a shimmering blue sky above, filled with fragrances from rose, jasmine, violet and that of lily and the soothing breeze caressing it with tender touch, are indeed invigorating and exquisite. But did you ever feel the loneliness of the sky in such mornings? It shimmers yet remains quiescent, it is charming yet motionless. I feel the sky wait for her beloved in those mornings. But whom does the sky love?
Whenever I hear the sound of water, be it on the shore where the waves are lashing, be it near a fountain, near the waves splashing in the lake, the ripples in a river, the sound of rain or be it around an enormous waterfall, it soothes me. A beautiful water body is not only pleasing to the eye but it also casts a magical spell in our ears.
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