Hiraeth : The grief for the lost places of past.

I never knew what it meant to be afraid, being numb, being silent like a December night, being lonely like a June afternoon. Fear to me was heights, crowd, report card, incomplete homework and unfinished glass of milk. 

One day you made a way to my heart and showed me what it was to be afraid. I realized fear being profound, terrible, bitter, cold and obnoxious. Like a shiver, that runs down your spine on a frosty night giving horrid goose bumps. Like a dark unpleasant rainy evening that makes you curl and wrap yourself to comfort. Like a hot dry afternoon when shriveled leaves tumble down in despair. You inked your memories to my skin. Deep. Dark. Unfathomable. It was the habit of you that always left me longing for more. I realized fear is knowing that there is no assurance that you will be around. Time is indeed a great healer but the mark of memory endures forever.

Memory : December 30, 2014.

Image : Flowers.

Sniper : My Camera.

Spot : Indore Management Association.

Place : Indore, Madhya Pradesh.

Memorabilia : Events or experiences worthy of remembrance.

It’s not just a book. But a classic, a memoir, a souvenir. A fetish object that ideally turns the sophistication level ‘high’ with the plethora of events, stories, anecdotes of 50 glorious years of Indore Management Association. The book draws us way back into the glorious, colossal years, like a story we just want to keep having told to us, again, and again. A collection of IMA’s most profound moments to the most common ones. Surprising and moving. The book is a celebration of glorious years and a tribute to the spirit of teamwork. The sprightly editorial team have undertaken the task of detailing as much of it showing a slice of life in every bit. It’s an adventure journey which conjures up the sights, smells, tastes, sounds and feel of our amazing world at Indore Management Association.

Memory : December 15, 2014
Image : Coffee Table Book (IMA)
Sniper : My Camera
Spot : Indore Management Association
Property : IMA
Place : Indore, Madhya Pradesh.

Sillage : The degree to which a perfume's fragrance lingers in the air when worn.

I remember the silver cascade of her hair. The soft touch of her wrinkled hands. The most treasured bed time stories I’ve cuddled with. She was the panacea to my every ache. Today, as my feet touched the floor; that familiar whiff embraced me all over again. The winter morning had brought back the reminiscence of my childhood spent with her. Pristine. Phenomenal. Kaleidoscopic. Softer than a blob of butter. A hug from her was way sweeter than any sweet. 

This new year, why not resolute to be more physically present with our loved ones with the hope to be evoked someday. May be, after long time, on a cold winter morning.

Thought : Granny

Image : Tea

Memory : December 13, 2014

Sniper : My Camera

Spot : Indore Management Association (My office)

Place : Indore, Madhya Pradesh

Mercy : Forgiveness.

Give it, someone needs it the most. Give it, for someone it matters the most. Give it, someone is always waiting for it. Give it, someone longs the most for it. Give it, its only you who can fulfill it. Give it, you never know you might miss it. Give it, it might be the only happiness for someone.  Give it, it can be the light for them in thunder. Give it, it can make their day, their month and the coming years. Give it, because you can bring the magic in their mundane. Give it. Yes. Always. Give it.

Image : Lamp light.

Memory : October 28, 2014

Sniper : My Camera

Spot : Cafe Terazza

Place : Indore, Madhya Pradesh