A photographer’s index finger is always a source of nervous energy, especially when shooting a story in motion. “OK – framed it! No, a little more toppish. Too much happening on the left – pan it a little. OK, now do I wait? How long? Is this the one? Now? No, wait – subject’s turned … Continue reading Misfired!
A hospital is, in my opinion, one of those places which brings you down to ground zero, sometimes a level lower too, to sync with the bare, naked reality of life. As we go about building dreamy castles of aspirations in thin wispy clouds of our imagination, it takes but one loose brick to be … Continue reading The Waiting Room
Sun signs in sanguinity, sceptical swarms of species surface, seek not servitude, sprout! – Narendra Nayak © 2018
Rarely do we come across a more robust, evocative and versatile proverb than “A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss”. Because, depending upon the situational context, it can be interpreted with both positive as well as negative connotations. If gathering moss be equated with thoughtfulness, stability, steadfastness, forming roots, holding one’s ground, accepting responsibilities, facing adversity … Continue reading The Moss Code
Punctured aspirations; Deflated resolve; Patchy existence; Guiding light; Tireless repair; New dawn! – Narendra Nayak © 2018
A forked road ahead will not ever matter, your furthest aspirations it never can shatter, cause if resolutely you’ve set your goal, any options en route shall play no role. Both paths start with the same sunshine, the aim and purpose those you’ve to align, branches in a tree always plenty there will be, but … Continue reading A Fork Never Matters (unless you’re drinking soup)!
Type go scroll and click, all you seek on a platter quick, PPTs may be quite slick, though grey cells go slowly sick. Unleash let go flex and flee, back to nature to live free, tors vales holts rills, that soul and mind long to see. Unshackled though it would seem, the mouse too lives … Continue reading Shackled Reverie