Arresting Images

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Some images remain with you always and they are best retained in our memories as we can retain what we felt, heard, smelt and of course saw unlike the two dimensional photographs which just manage to capture the visual moment.

One such image that has been my most perfect visual moment is from my ancestral home in Calcutta. It was about 11 in the night; there was a power failure so I went out to the balcony. It was pitch dark, the crickets humming, a frog croaked somewhere, mosquitoes sang in my ear and the glow worms twinkled off and on at a distance, the leaves of the coconut tree in our garden swayed gently with a hint of a breeze and a bright full moon just above the coconut tree casting it's gentle light below.

This is beauty that no camera can capture; it just is something that I will always remember for ever.

Comments

Kausum said…
So true, I had a similar snapshot of a night in my ancestral home near Calcutta. And a cool breeze from the nearby pond. So much silence, and yet the sound of nothing. Swaying of the paddy far in the horizon shone in moonlight. The perfect moment!
6:53 PM
Unknown said…
Somethin amazin indeed..reminds me once again that there's another part of life too..the serene side of life..Lucky are you to hav caught it! :)
11:23 PM
Arunima said…
as a student I had a train journey with my friends more than a decade ago. I still remember the sights very clearly even now.
6:53 PM
Anonymous said…
Chatter - where have you disappeared? We miss your blog - come back soon!!
1:13 PM
Sue said…
Hey Chatty, suddenly thought of you, no idea why. I see you've been going all nostalgic as well.

:)

Enjoy the wallowing, I say!
11:20 AM
Nautilus said…
Blogger's block yet again?
8:57 PM
Kausum said…
kothay?
8:41 AM
Anonymous said…
hmmm...that's what i call pure memory...it feels great when we re-capture those times...

Nice one... i also remember the time i visited my village...
1:27 AM
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