Travel in Style, was my modus operandi for a few years of my life. Of every 30days, I would be spending 10days up in the air and on some foreign land (foreignly China).
I discovered a very archaic notion today: that the best travel adventures are far far far away.
Where you are looking from, all the way to where the guard stands, is the thickness of that ancient Xi’an city wall.
Wine-tasting exercises averaging 25 types a sitting (or standing) is bound to have any person wear her heart on the sleeve.
Took me a while to figure what kind of lines can astonish. I am pleasantly surprised to recall one such line – a Roman aqueduct in Segovia!
The most consistently rivuletine lines I have seen are those of Antoni Gaudí. His inspiration from, and mimicry of, mother nature is stupendous.
To get myself out of that pattern of dense thoughts and feels, I have put up this collage of pictures more in the form of “wat-the-heck” lines.
This is Musée d’Orsay. Its steel arch structure with glass arch ceiling casts amazing shadows on itself as the light filters through.
So many crevices for Genie to hide. So many nooks and crannies for multiple genii to spring a surprise.
The glorious academic plans were thwarted by an offer to develop a huge-ass farm in SzeChuan.
A separate pilot new town project was inchoate and we were just waiting to get over the red tape to start on the detailed work.
A long haul project of four years brought me to a city that now sits very close to my heart. I worked on Yangzhou, flying in and out every three weeks.
Some things we see all our lives, but never notice until someone points it out. Ever notice that the horizon is curved?
At the rate life buzzes and bustles us by, silent moments are extremely precious. Knowing smiles, or acknowledging smirks, speak so much of connection and how intimately one knows another.
The magic of 6am Silence.
My favourite lesson of 2017 is to “never say never”.
Natural light played such an important role in the theatrics of our exploration. We wandered in the tiny dark lanes devoid of light, and then “surprise!” the sun lights up the very intricate facade of the corner house.
I was sucked into the small room filled with a loving passionate sea of red. Song of Songs is a set of five paintings depicting a man and a woman through different scenes.
In front of his bed hung a circular mirror, at the precise angle to capture the sunrise every morning through the eastern window!
I was exhilarated that we actually managed to fit in a day trip to Claude Monet’s hometown!
The windows altered the space. You may not see them, but they changed the natural light as it entered, and added colour and flavour to it. Exactly like the people and situations in our lives, isn’t it?
This savage full moon tore me to shreds. It was so intense I was unable to sleep at all last night. Tossed, turned, feeling like I could tear myself out of my body unconstrained. Maybe that is how a werewolf feels on a full moon night.
Inside, is a view of a row of books in hands right down the aisle. Lovely, isn’t it? I hardly see anyone reading books these days, mostly seeing iPads and iPhones in hand.
A short span of ten days and I have collected quite a few of “made in France”.
But it taught me some hard facts in life: discrimination is deeply ingrained in our everyday life, but because it is so ingrained, they just pass by unnoticed.
Indeed, there is a time for everything. Precisely as described by the Wheel of Fortune. Which is why it is so so so important to live in the present. Because the present really is a gift that life presents to us every single moment.