T is for Trees

Some days Trees look so grand

I meant to post this on Saturday but something or the other came up. Most days we take the scenery for granted. After all we see the same things day after day and a tree is just a tree.

And then on some days, everything looks different and you start to notice the beauty in all things.

It was on a day last week when the trees looked so grand and out came my mobile.

So here they are ... Trees

Linking to
ABC Wednesday   Sunday's In My City   Our World Tuesday   Six Word Saturday
Ruchira's Wordless Wednesday #37

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S is for Saxophone

Linking to:  ABC Wednesday  and  Ruchira's Wordless Wednesday #36

There's always something interesting happening at the market. And the buskers are great fun to watch. Music to shop by. So here's a young busker playing the saxophone.

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Roses

Linking to ABC Wednesday, Ruchira's Wordless Wednesday

I love roses. My dad loved them too. If I recall correctly white roses were his favourite. So I place this vase with white roses in front of his picture.

A story about roses and my dad. The tradition in my family after death is to place a picture of the departed soul and  light a lamp for 12 days as the belief is that the soul takes 12 days to prepare for its journey back to its home. The soul usually leaves on the 13th day. This is a belief and I of course cannot vouch that this is true or not.

My mother had asked me not to light the lamp on the 13th day so that my dad could leave in peace but my heart would not let go of him and so I tried to light the lamp. But each time I lit the flame, it would go out immediately. I had also placed a bunch of roses near his picture and they were fresh from the day before. Suddenly all the petals of the roses disintegrated into a heap on the floor near where I was kneeling. I believe my dad was asking me to let him go. And so I did.

Roses always remind me of my dad.



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