Life

How Many Umbrellas to Block One Sun?

How many umbrellas does it take to block out the one Sun?

And yet, each throws a different colour, bending light into its own little universe.

Shapes shift, shadows stretch, and a quiet dance begins—patterns forming, fading, reforming.

People walk through it, oblivious or enchanted. Some are part of the dance. Some don’t even know they are.

The Sun plays. The umbrellas respond. The world moves on.

Who’s watching? Who’s noticing?

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#season #future (at Madurai, India)

Life is a Series of Choices—Make Them Count!

Life isn’t just lived—it’s chosen. Every moment, every turn, every ‘yes’ and ‘no’ shapes where we stand today and where we’ll go tomorrow.

We are the sum of our choices. Some lead to open doors, others to lessons. But each one writes a part of our story.

Choose with care. Choose with courage. Because the fruits of good choices don’t just nourish the present—they secure the future.

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#season #future (at Gurgaon, Haryana)

Madurai’s Mud Horses: Raw, Real, and Rooted in Tradition

There’s something about the rural plains that feels like a deep breath. A pause. A reset. Maybe it’s the colour—bold, unapologetic, woven into every fabric, wall, and festival. Maybe it’s the lack of sterile perfection, the absence of polished edges. Everything here is raw, textured, and gloriously authentic.

Take these mud horse statues from Madurai. Bright, defiant, standing tall against time. They aren’t crafted for galleries; they are made for the land, the people, the stories. Each jagged line, each uneven brushstroke carries a tale. There’s no need for refinement when there’s meaning. No need for symmetry when there’s soul.

Walking through these lands, surrounded by these colours, I feel something shift. A reminder of where I come from. The earth beneath my feet is familiar, yet always new. My roots, like these statues, breach fresh ground—seeking, stretching, growing.

Perhaps that’s the gift of places like this. They don’t conform. They don’t pretend. They simply are. And in their raw beauty, they remind us to be, too.

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#temple (at Madurai, India)

A Giant Bull, Its Mighty Horns, and a Fleeting Moment of Peace

A bunch of flies. That’s all it took to disturb the giant. They buzzed, hovered, and annoyed. The tail swung in swift, practiced arcs. The head shook—first a twitch, then a full-bodied fury, horns slicing the air like exclamation marks of irritation.

And then, as suddenly as it began, stillness.

The bull reclaimed his calm, standing his ground like a seasoned warrior who knows battles are won by patience, not panic. His horns, curved and mighty, framed the world anew—turning the ordinary road into a scene from an old, untold legend.

For a brief moment, everything aligned. The dust hung in the air, the flies retreated, and the great beast stood unchallenged, his silence louder than any movement.

Somewhere, another fly plotted. Somewhere, another swish of the tail would follow.

But for now, peace.

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Beneath the Paint: What the Ambassador Teaches Us About Power

Few cars have held space for such extremes as the good old Ambassador. It stood tall, equally at ease ferrying the powerful bureaucrat and the tireless taxi driver. One car, two worlds. The only difference? A coat of paint and, perhaps, a red beacon on top.

A fresh polish, a new badge, and suddenly, power shifted. But beneath it all—the same engine, the same steel frame, the same unmistakable bulk navigating potholes and people alike.

Isn’t that how life works? Titles, uniforms, status—coats of paint that shape perception but not the core. Strip them away, and we are all running on the same fuel—hopes, fears, and the daily need to keep moving.

Co-holding is about recognising this shared essence. Power and purpose can sit side by side. The taxi driver and the bureaucrat, the leader and the led, the privileged and the everyday worker—each playing a role, each moving forward.

And at the end of the day, the Ambassador carries them all.

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Choose Magic: The Wonder of Everyday Moments

A bubble floats, catching the light, shimmering with impossible colours. A child watches, wide-eyed, as if witnessing pure magic. And maybe, just maybe, they are.

Because magic isn’t in the moment—it’s in how we see it. Every day hands us the same raw materials: time, people, possibilities. We can treat them as ordinary, or we can see the shimmer, the wonder, the fleeting brilliance.

The moment offers the opportunity. The magic is ours to make.

Here’s to a week filled with wonder!

Vagamon Hills: A Climb Worth the View

The hills of Vagamon do not just sit quietly. They call out, but only if you listen. The winding roads, the tall trees, and the gentle slopes hide their invitation. “Come,” they seem to say. “Climb, and you will see.”

Climbing is never easy, but the best views come after effort. And when you reach the top, it all feels worth it. The air is fresher, the world looks different, and the journey suddenly makes sense.

As the sun begins to set, the colours change. The hills turn gold, then orange, and finally a soft shade of dusk. The wind picks up, moving through the freshly cleaned road, making the plants dance. They bend, they sway, they follow the wind’s lead. They seem to smile, happy to be part of this moment.

Maybe we should be like them. Climb, adjust, move with the changes, and enjoy the journey.

So, which height are you climbing today?

 (at Vagamon Meadows)

Michael Jordan’s Lesson: The Real Test of Success Starts After You Win

Michael Jordan once said, “Success doesn’t stop when you get there.” And he would know. Winning wasn’t his final goal—it was just a checkpoint before the next challenge.

Reaching the top is one thing. Staying there? That’s the real test. What changes when you get there? Do your values shift? Do your old associations still fit? Does your outlook evolve, or do you stay the same?

And then comes the biggest question—What next?

A true winner doesn’t just celebrate the shot. They look up at the hoop again, ready for the next play.

Are you?

Blades of Grass, A Rising Sun, and a Gentle Morning Question

As the crimson sun kisses the fading night, every blade of grass leans in, stretching, reaching—almost as if trying to get a better view.

The breeze hums, the birds call, and together, they pose a gentle question: “So, how are you today?” Not demanding, not intrusive—just a playful nudge to start fresh.

And maybe that’s the best way to begin the day. Not with alarms and to-do lists, but with nature’s quiet company, a deep breath, and the simple joy of being asked.

How are you today?

Big Planes, Small Planes—The Sky Sees No Difference

Same Ground, Different Journeys

From my window, the small plane sits quietly on the tarmac. Side by side, yet worlds apart. Mine is bigger, his is smaller. And for a second, I almost dismiss it.

But then, I remind myself—size is just perspective.

This seat is mine for this journey. That plane is his. One isn’t better than the other, just different.

Because in the end, it’s not about the perch, it’s about the flight.

And once we take off, the sky doesn’t care how big the plane is.