shadows

Its always about the frame. How you frame the problem changes the problem.

Here I was talking to people and then began a trudge down the rolling hills. After about 30 minutes of a happy downward trudge on a rolling hill, which is more than pleasant for a happy walk.

I turned around to find that the people who I was speaking to were but small objects in the distance. The hill in itself a mere hump in horizon and the light ( or the lack of it) made them look like mannequins in a store!

Try changing the frame. What we see changes depending on where we see it from!

(at Vagamon, Kerala)

“What do you see?”, I ask him. “Well a lot of things. Actually a lot of lovely women”. Staring at light bring on its magic on an arrangement of wood panels.

I am taken by his candour. I didn’t expect it. We sit there in silence. I dont what is more magical. Is it the light or is it the shadow?

Between light and shadow, every life goes on.

Whatsay?