Fall - Savoring the journey

On the way to Bozeman

There is something about the Fall season, that makes me feel nostalgic, the cool crispness in the air, and haunting lyrics of “Forever Autumn” by Moody Blues, playing at the back of my mind,

“ The summer sun is fading as the year grows old, darker days are drawing near.” This year, it hasn't felt, that much like Fall as yet, with the days enveloped in sunshine and warmth, even though the mornings have been cool and crisp.

Today, on my way to Bozeman, I drove slower than usual to savor the journey; I saw trees with fading leaves clustered around a pond. It was beautiful, a scene out of a picture book, with a little red bridge across the water giving it the perfect finished look. I stopped to take in the beauty, what joy it was to see leaves falling from the tree onto the pond, floating on the tranquil waters, and trying to carve their own little paths on the water. The peace and the quiet of the surroundings, made me feel like I was in the middle of a forest tucked faraway from the highway.

The little red bridge

Often times, in a rush to get to the destination, the journey is forgotten or neglected. If only we can find it in ourselves to slow down and savor the journey…

Friendships and Clouds

Clouds drifting away

“In the case of human beings, friendship is a transitory act, subject to discontinuance without further notice,” so said, the character Telemachus - in a short story by O. Henry.  As a traveler I can say that it is true, sometimes you move on with your life and sometimes your friends move on and  paths may never cross again.

Looking at the beautiful sky outside my window, the clouds with their ever changing shapes, floating and drifting away remind me of friendships that were meant to last a lifetime, instead disappeared in the mist as we drifted away like clouds in our own directions.  Sometimes, I have tried chasing the clouds but in vain, as they dissipated into thin air. The essence and the fragrance linger on as memories.

Especially of a time, when there were no shutterbugs to capture every significant and insignificant moments of our lives, when life was simply lived in that moment, for that moment, images of people are entrenched somewhere. Perhaps distorted, magically transformed or exalted, one may never know! That is the beauty of the memory that has no validation; mine could be different from yours while we walked down the same path together some years ago.

The joys of Blogging....

 I started writing a blog about three weeks ago. I am glad to finally, have a  "writing routine." It can be all consuming and all encompassing and your brain can feel like a live electric wire, which cannot be switched off.

How Matters? --- Of stolen slogans, patents and ownership

Yesterday, I read about the rather frivolous lawsuit on who owns the phrase “How matters” between a business strategy author and a yoghurt company?  The ownership, copyrights and the patent issues seem to be getting crazier by the day.There are numerous such ridiculous lawsuits being filed on a regular basis.

Pomegranate Soup

Pomegranate Soup

I saw“Pomegranate Soup”, a best seller by Marsha Mehran at the book store,I bought it right away. It was an interesting book about three sisters from Iran who end up opening a restaurant in a rural town somewhere in Ireland.