There’s a blush for want, and a blush for shan’t,
And a blush for having done it;
There’s a blush for thought, and a blush for nought,
And a blush for just begun it.
– ‘O Blush Not So!’ by John Keats
As an aside, FPP has exactly 99 followers right now. For quite some time, I had planned on posting a self-portrait the moment it hits 100. Just waiting now. 🙂
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I know
Porphyria worshipped me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good
– Robert Browning; Porphyria’s Lover
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Last night I posted about the squall that hit Delhi day before. A common summer occurence, it uprooted a few trees here and there, caused traffic jams, power-cuts and brought with it refreshing showers. Powerful winds flew my dustbin a couple of houses away, and I had to fetch it before it flew in the neighbouring plot. (Note to self: The dustbin is not made of gold and has no Harry Potter connection whatsoever. To put it simply, not worth venturing out in a storm.)
Later though, when the sky cleared a bit, Delhi witnessed a most beautiful sunset. Here are some photos from the same.
Which one did you like best?
Oh, also, if you know of a good watermarking software or site, please tell me. I’m quite sick of picmarkr.com. It is excruciatingly slow.
Friend, brother, critic and nemesis, Mihir Vatsa recently embellished one of my shots with his characteristic excellent free verse.
If you liked what you read, pay a visit to Mihir’s blog. You can also find him on Facebook. And if you like what you saw, then head over to the sidebar on the right of this post and click ‘follow’ to stay abreast of the latest development on this blog. You can also like the fb page and earn my silent gratitude. 🙂
Keep watching this space for the original, unedited photograph, and some more bonus shots from the golden sunset Delhi witnessed post last evening’s tempest.
P.S: It was brought to my notice that I tend to take people for granted. Coming from a very dear friend, I would be lying if I said it didn’t hurt. It is things like this that make you question your existence and the garb you don. Are you really who you think you are and are you projecting it successfully? Do you really love the people you do? Do you ensure they know of this, for what use is it if they don’t? Are you living a delusion too? It seems I am.
Well, to the friend, just know, I’m quite ashamed and deeply apologetic.