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When the boats are at shore, they seem so out of place. The right place for this timber is when it rides the harsh waves of the sea with ease.

It is quite a sight to look at the boats that are raring to go. Ready, girding their loins, just besides the sea.

But do you realise, the long voyages that are made at sea are actually longer voyages. For they are made in the minds of the voyagers first. Then at land, where the boats are built.

When the boats aren’t built well and the mind doesn’t imagine broad enough, voyages don’t happen as well as they could have.

What voyages are you on? How far have you traveled in your mind? And by the way, how strong is your boat?

(at Thiruvananthapuram – Trivandrum City)

Where you stand depends on where you sit. Where you sit, depends on how much of a toe hold you have on the ground.

To make the most of whats available. To carry on hoping for the best at the end of the day and navigate new bridges with borrowed wheels. That is the essence of third world livelihoods.

No. This doesnt mean any less of aspirations.

No. This doesnt mean any less of dreams for change

No. This doesnt mean any less of happiness and smiles.

To many lives that know only this life, there is no happiness or sadness with how life is. This just is life!

Swabs of cotton, clothesline clips and a palette of colours. In the hands of kids, that’s all it took for magic to happen!

Engrossed kids. Sans TV. Sans tablets. Sans all digital devices. Such creative play with imagination.

All it takes is the belief in kids and some energetic play in their world. It is incredible what happens when we believe in the magic that lies within our kids.

Yes. Magic. That’s THE word!

(at Bangkok, Thailand)

Some pictures evoke strong memories. There was a time when the house used to be filled with the sound of the anklet. The little miss used to be excited about it all.

I dont even know where the anklet is these days. But this picture took me back in time. To the sights, sounds and air of yesterday.

Some pictures do that all the time.

These anklets were our GPS device of sort. To notify where she was and when she was upto mischief. It kept our ears sharp and trained to take note of silence. The silence announcing mischief!

Most importantly, it triggers a thought or two about dreams and aspirations from a different time.