My Random Snapshots!

My revered ever Guru’s comment is A perfect nostalgia for me. I read the first edition and yet to catch up with additional pages reported added in the second edition after a gap of almost a decade. I quote one of the passages from the review of novella here:
He lives a long happy life and is sad not due to his loneliness but only due to the fact that the rest of the Flock will never know the full glories of flying, like him. In his old age, he is met by two radiantly-bright seagulls who share his abilities, explaining to him that he has learned much, but that they have come to take him "home" where he will go "higher".

 

Kudos to you sister @Mistt
for A perfect capture with the azure back drop of sky. You must have been lying flat and held camera over your face to capture such an in-depth shot!
Am first reminded of not sea-gull but a vulture over the parsi’s Tower of Silence on top of the Hanging Gardens at Malbar Hills Mumbai.

Among parsi community practice, the dead boday is thrown into the tower to be devoured by vultures Which are constantly
hovering around the space. The large annular tower in the image resembles Parsi’s “Burial Ground”.

I came across this parsi tower for first time during 1958 when my dad taken ma & me & my sister. It was close to a shoe house in the huge garden atop the hill.

 

Thank you Sir. We are dyed-in-the-same-wool about works of Richard.
Birds image ought to remind us in particular about Alfred Hitchcock Hollywood movie “BIRDS” .
Regards.

 

Major Ranjit Singh was my immediate boss and i had put up a draft reply on his green cloth covered table for his approval . With red-ink fountain pen he struck of my “will” his “shell “ and then in another draft of mine he struck off “shall” with “will”. It was going on like this for a week or two. I was a novice then and thinking deep about subservience.
Two weeks later I desired that my immediate boss Major Ranjit To be at ease in correcting drafts put up by me. I wrote in draft “ will/shall” wherever it was needed.
Few moments after the case file reached him, he pressed the desk-bell thrice. I darted into his chamber. I thought he was going to take me to task for that will/shall. Holding the pen over his “pagadee” (turban), he took another case file where i had out up fair letter for his signature.

He pointed out that his correction in draft not carried out correctly in the fair letter. In between the lines of hand written draft, his correction could not be read correctly. I told him so. He reacted telling being young my eye-sight should be as good as that of an eagle. I responded him naively, “Sorry Sir, you can’t expect me to fly so high”. His boss Col. Sukija in the adjacent chamber could see and hear me! I heard his giggle.

 

Beautiful shot! Love it

 

lovely pics mist