I stepped out for a late afternoon walk on the roads of Short Hills, just after the land had been laid under a six-inch white carpet of snow. Overnight, the world had been quietly rewritten. Familiar streets, hedges, mailboxes, roofs, and lawns had surrendered their individual identities and merged into a single, dazzling expanse ofContinue reading “A Brief Tryst with Snow”
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When the Leaves Become Light
On the Colours of Fall and the Grace of Change “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” — Albert Camus November has come, and with it the final flourish of fall. The trees of Short Hills now stand at the summit of their splendour—each one aflame with hues that no artist couldContinue reading “When the Leaves Become Light”
The Radiance of Fall
On Beauty, Transience, and the Grace of Letting Go Each morning and evening, as I walk through the quiet streets of Short Hills (New Jersey), I am met by an astonishing theatre of transformation. The maples that only weeks ago stood in tranquil green now burn in gold, in orange, in impossible crimson. Every dayContinue reading “The Radiance of Fall”
Lagerstroemia-A Poem
A Poem of Memory, Bloom, and Becoming (This poem was born of a sudden moment of recognition—when a flowering Lagerstroemia, seen in the quiet backyard of a foreign land, evoked the soft fragrance of home. Known for its delicate, crinkled petals and luminous hues, the tree stirred not sorrow but a sweet recollection—of India, ofContinue reading “Lagerstroemia-A Poem”
Magnificent Magnolia – In Bloom and Beyond
“Large-leaved and low-bent, trailing immense,Magnolias…” — Alfred Lord Tennyson, “The Princess”(1847) The Flowering of Memory and Myth Two splendid Sycamores stand like sentinels in my backyard—tall, stately, unshakeable. They frame the rear of my son’s New Jersey home with a quiet majesty. But it is the Magnolia trees in the forecourt that currently command all attention.Continue reading “Magnificent Magnolia – In Bloom and Beyond”
The Caribbean Trumpet Tree: A Waltz of Falling Blossoms
When the Caribbean Trumpet Tree awakens, it does so not in a blaze of colour, but in a hush of pale elegance. Its trumpet-shaped blooms emerge in soft shades—an almost translucent white, sometimes tinged with the faintest blush of pink. Against the sky, they seem less like flowers and more like wisps of drifting cloud,Continue reading “The Caribbean Trumpet Tree: A Waltz of Falling Blossoms”
The Grace of Pink
(Few colours can match the grace and elegance of pink. It is the colour of tenderness and purity, of sublime passion. While red is fierce, pink is soft; while red excites, pink soothes; while red ignites, pink pacifies. And no earthly creation personifies pink in all its splendour more than the pink that adorns this humbleContinue reading “The Grace of Pink”
The Jacaranda’s Lament
(I saw a grumbling gardener collecting the fallen flowers of a jacaranda tree, shed so generously, and still resplendent even while decaying. He muttered endlessly as he cleared the litter. This poem whispers Jacaranda’s agony, amidst the decay and the trampling —an ephemeral beauty misunderstood by the world. Scorned as litter, her vibrant offerings areContinue reading “The Jacaranda’s Lament”
A Teaser and A Tormentor: Part I
This bird tantalizes me incessantly. Perhaps ‘fascinates’ would be a more suitable term, but its perpetual motion is so captivating and yet so distracting that it effortlessly diverts my attention from any task at hand. An Enchantress Exceedingly agile and animated, it incessantly moves its posterior up and down, never pausing for more than aContinue reading “A Teaser and A Tormentor: Part I”
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