A new year dawns, carrying new hopes, new possibilities. But for something new to emerge, something old must go.
What are you holding onto so tightly that it’s keeping you from transforming? What would change if you let it go?
Go ahead, ask yourself. Reflect. Release. Make space for the new.
Happy New Year! Here’s to happy times and new beginnings. Good luck meeting a new you—same time, next year.
#NewYearReflections #LetGoToGrow #NakkiLakeMoments
What comes in the way often feels like an interruption. A distraction. A flaw in the frame.
After much effort, I found the perfect angle to capture the building. Just as I was about to click, a thorny shrub found its way into the shot.
I let it be. And surprisingly, it added character.
Maybe that’s how life works too. The things that seem to block us can actually enhance our journey. What doesn’t break us adds depth, resilience, and perspective.
So, what do you think—obstacle or enhancement?
(at Bangkok, Thailand)
Reflections can be pointed. The lake held a piece of wood that was enough of a perch for a bird!
We all have faces. This poem by Derek Walcott moves me beyond its words.
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
After much is said and more is done, you hear an anecdote from the past. Fresh and sprightly.
That’s when it strikes you that even much is said and done, more remains unsaid. Tiny moments wrapped in raw emotion that will tower memory stacks. Ready to light up a dull day.
Even after people are gone, they stay. It is a story of how they loved and lived.
(at Powai)
The lake holds the shadows of buildings that seem to be in a perpetual ‘grow tall’ mode. The middle of the lake is serene. Its peaceful. Cars ply with haste and pomp a few hundred metres away. But from the water, they seem further.
The waters are bluer than I thought they would be. Stiller than I thought they would be. Far more welcoming than I thought they would be.
Often, what seems is not what is. And what it seems is not any close to the truth. Surfaces can lie.
(at Powai Lake)
It’s all in the cloud. When swirls of white pop the sky, the lakes respond with love.
There is a magical dance with the wind singing a new tune and the clouds waltzing to it.
In the grand ballroom that the lake seems to host.
#clouds #lake #nature #beauty #melancholy #travel #traveller #travelblogging #Blogger #blogging #Bhimashankar #BlueMormonResort #maharashtra #India #inspiration (at Blue Mormon Resort, Bhimashankar, Maharashtra)
