Game of Shadows


This image begged to be captured! I had been cooking lunch, and after setting the large pot of curry to simmer, went out to the living room to fetch something. As I turned from the sitting area, I was stopped in my path by this stark image on the wall.

This is the wall facing my kitchen door.which is the arch one can see in the picture. The light which puts the grills of the kitchen window in prominence has been reflected off a car parked on the side opposite my apartment building. The shimmery effect and the squares of highlight was the steam rising from that pot of curry simmering on the cooking range.

The play of shadow and light was so dramatic that I just had to shoot a picture. And yet I could see that I hadn’t managed to capture the magical shimmer that the steam had created on the wall, just like the ripples of a gentle, gurgling stream.

When one thinks of perfect…one imagines that it means there will be nothing ever like this. But when one is referring to nature, it is full of thousands of such perfect moments, most of them at the most unexpected places.




Where did you lose your smile?

She paused in the doorway of the huge room, and got the reaction she had expected. Everyone stopped doing and saying whatever they had been doing and saying for a full second, so perfect did she look as she stood there.

Every strand of hair in place.

Eyes perfectly made up.

The rouge on her cheek bones hinting at the exact shade of a blush.

Her dew lips just begging to be kissed.

Back ramrod straight, she wore a dress which clung lovingly to her every curve.

A perfect picture she made.

But wait.

Had the twinkle in her eyes died in the heat of the hair dryer?

And what had happened to her nose?

Was it naturally upturned or had she learnt to turn it up at the salon as she sat getting her manis and pedis?

Did she lose her smile when she took off her mask after her facial?

Where did you lose your smile, oh my darling?!