This photo is in my husband’s uncle’s home in our village. Our grandson is fascinated by the cows in the cowshed.
Cows in the temple square, livestock of the temple
Cows returning home in the evening:)
The colour green is my favourite and there so many different shades of green. Of course it is true for all colours.
Green and white croton plant
The pool in the middle of an areca garden in our village.
The green lawn and the green leaves.
In the photo below, ( Colocasia leaves) are used to prepare different dishes.
The first two weeks of this month just flew by but every minute of those days went by in slow motion. Our grandson had come and all of us were together again. My parents too had come. We had been to see his other great grandfather. Our whole world revolved around him. Everything he did was a joy and we loved all those moments.
He took us all back to childhood, we experienced all those little things through him. Growing up and out of childhood we take so many of those simple joys for granted, in fact we do not even notice them. The sun rays were streaming through the window and he was fascinated and was trying to catch those otherwise invisible particles.
One day a butterfly lost its way and came into the verandah and was flying around trying to find its way out. He watched it and was even a little scared when it came too close. Once he went after a little spider, this took me back to those days when my cousin’s son used to crawl after ants.
It was nice to his grandparents enjoying all his little antics like pulling my father’s glasses, playing peek a boo and listening to my mother telling him a story. He would not have understood the story but her voice fascinated him and he listened with fascination and concentration. My father-in-law loved to swing him up and down, both loved the experience.
Bindis fascinate him, the moment he sees us with the bindi, he has to remove it and stick it on to others. We had been to the beach, at first the waves scared him but later he enjoyed playing in the water and danced back and forth with the waves. We enjoyed watching him.
Every little thing is full of wonder. Watching and learning and getting whatever he wanted, we were all at his service. Childhood is a wonderful time for most children and watching him, I think of all those children who have no childhood as such. Why does that happen? There are answers and they leave a sick feeling in the heart and the mind. It seems as if there are no solutions. So people say, ‘that is their destiny’. But that does not satisfy the questions that keep coming to mind and there is this feeling of being so helpless.
For this photo challenge, show us what “refraction” means to you. It could be an image taken in a reflective surface, it could be light bent from behind an object, or it could mean remedial math homework: the choice is completely up to you. I’m looking forward to seeing how you interpret “refraction.”
We had been in Sofia, Bulgaria, two years ago. the Sofia Synagogue is one of the most beautiful places I have seen. It was a great experience just sitting inside with all that beauty, serenity and quiet. The sunlight through the window panes added to the atmosphere.
My father worked in Indian Railways. His last posting had been in Assam in the North Eastern part of our country. In fact, he started his career in the Indian Railways in Assam in 1958. Assam is a beautiful place.Though very far away from our place, there are a lot of similarities, in geography, vegetation and other aspects of life. He writes about his first posting in Assam.
My first posting was as a Probationer in the Stores Department of the N. F. (Northeast Frontier) Railway with its Headquarters at Guwahati in Assam. A probationer is an Officer who is undergoing two years’ training in the Department. I was in Bomaby and had to go from there to Guwahati. There was no direct train from Bombay to Assam then. One had to take short distance trains and change them often. Also, there were no railway bridges across the rivers Ganga in Bengal and Brahmaputra in Assam. So, first I took a train to Allahabad from Bombay. From there, I took a train to Katihar in Bihar and from there a train to Siliguri in North Bengal. The Railway line east of Siliguri was built after we got our Independence. As it was very difficult to build a bridge across the Brahmaputra, the line ended at Amingaon station on the northbank of the river just north of Guwahati. At Amingaon, I got down from the train.
A huge ship was waiting for us in the Brahmaputra. To cross the river, we had to board the ship first.. After flowing in Tibet for a great distance from west to east, the river changes its direction and enters India. First, it passes through Arunachal Pradesh and then enters the state of Assam. Dibrugarh on the south bank of the river is a big city. After flowing for 400 km from the river reaches Guwahati and continues its westward flow reaching West Bengal and then turning southwards to enter Bangladesh. We got into the ship waiting for us to move. The river is about 3 km wide and they say it is the narrowest point of the river in India. We waited for about an hour for the luggage and parcels to be transferred. The river water flows at a high speed and carries the ship downstream for about 4 km. The ship changes its direction and moves towards Pandu, the river port closest to Guwahati. It takes about an hour from Amingaon to Pandu.
Our train to Guwahati was waiting for us. It takes about an hour for shifting the luggage. The train has to move eastwards before reaching Dibrugarh. The next station from Pandu is Maligaon, close to the Headquarters of the N.F. Railway. We got down there. A transport was waiting for us to go to the General Manager’s Office. Shri K.K.R. Rao was the Secretary to the G.M. at the time and I first went to his office and reported to him. Reporting for work to the Secretary means I have now joined the Indian Railways and have become its employee. I was asked to meet the Controller of Stores (COS) and report to him. That’s how my service with the Indian Railways started. Even now, 56 years later, the Railways are looking after me and my family wonderfully. My thanks are due to all those responsible.
( My father retired as the Controller of Stores)