Sunday, September 26, 2021

It must be magic.

I never download photos or videos sent via a-certain-popular-messaging-app. I may even be termed lousy in using it. Possibly because I do not completely understand the necessity of it other than being an obligation. I even have all notifications turned off (for most applications in my phone). So, I control when I use the phone rather than it being the other way round. Of course, there are "exceptions" for whom these rules do not apply. What is life, if not a collection of exceptions as memories.
What is life, if not a collection of exceptions as memories.
[So, in the story/narrative ahead, whenever something happens which doesn't follow my normal conventions, or when something involves someone who is an "exception", I will indicate by writing the term "exception" within brackets.]
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Being a weekend followed by a roller coaster of a week, I decided to spend the day in my favorite way. The day went as intended. Finally, it was time for me to prepare for the week ahead. So, I took my phone off from it's hibernation to set the morning alarm. That is when I saw the notification of the messages from (exception). I opened it up to see a few lines of text followed by a series of photos which were sent before noon. Now, I know that I never asked for any photos to be sent nor was I informed of it. Even the prior text did not indicate anything. So, I assumed that perhaps these are also the usual photos... wishes, nature, travel destinations, and the like. It was late and calling just to ask about the photos did not seem a go-to option. However, that meek voice reasoned it out and I decided to download and view just one... what if it was necessary (exception). So, I did.

It was an old picture... of me. I didn't even remember this picture. Now, having known the nature of the photos, I opened up every one that was sent. The printed copy of the pictures were assorted in an album, and I was sent photos captured from pictures of that photo album. To open up an album, browse through the old photos, and taken back in the memory lane is one thing (and a very meaningful one at that). However, capturing photos of those pictures, sending them to another person and to allow them to travel with you in the journey of your memories paints a different experience altogether.

I was smiling... though it took me a while to realize that. Probably because I was filled up with all these memories... and I will not even attempt to write what I was feeling, for there are probably no words made to describe it.
And when you "know" of the existence of this force, and are still in the process of figuring out why, it feels ethereal.
Love has always enamored me. The more I try to understand it, the more it mystifies. Is it even possible to love someone so much!! (And then again, how to measure "much"?) It becomes even more mystical when we try to figure out why we are the subject of someone's adoration. I mean, Love in itself is an enigmatic force. Its very existence is nothing sort of an enigma. We... loving someone... is in itself a great mystery. But when it is directed at us, the mystery intensifies by even a greater degree. And when you "know" of the existence of this force, and are still in the process of figuring out why, it feels ethereal.

It must be magic. How else can it be explained? To the greatest of forces, to the most enigmatic existences... to Love.
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Saturday, September 11, 2021

Something New

I wonder what is new
The sun still shines with all its hue
And so the moon has been too

The sky still has the clouds
And the tints of blue
The air has the aroma
And the redolent memories too

Still melodious are voices of waves
And the canary's coo
The buzz of the bees
And the flowing drapes too

I smile the same
But the feelings are new
My heart keeps singing
But it needs not a cue

I know something has changed
But I do not have a clue
Oh, how I wish... if only I knew!
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A little something: This is the 100th post of this blog. So, as a gesture, this piece of writing has a 100 words. Here to new beginnings!
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Friday, September 10, 2021

Uncharted

With autumn in the breeze
As the clouds folded their crease
I wandered along the shore
Perhaps in search of a lore

The humming air with tints of flair
Glided with glee and stories to share
Of lapis lazuli and a faraway dream
And of blushing meadows down the stream

I asked the air, if it had moments to spare
To recount anecdotes and of fables rare
It smiled and unfolded tales of yore
And then asked me of the one that I adore

Astounded, I gawked and wondered
With a mystical glow the air answered
Sensed the thought in my eyes, it said
The coy smile and the uncharted heartbeats added

Musing over what the air construed
I pondered, as at the stars I looked.....
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Saturday, September 4, 2021

Change

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As a blogger, one of the things I am often asked is "How/ When did you get started with all this?" For as long as my memory takes me back, I have always found myself pondering about a plethora of things. I have always loved reflecting on the small but wonderful aspects of life. Ipsita Contemplates has been very special and I love to get the opportunity to share my musings, my thoughts, and my perceptions with you. It is also a way to appreciate the essence of Life!