The Fish at the End of the Rainbow

I dream of flying into a space that is empty of thoughts, the only emotion i would feel is 

complete pure happiness at the freedom of it all. 

I miss those days when I lived in my little room (whilst still studying) when I would climb to the terrace and watch the skies and the tops of houses and life go by below.

An old sketchbook

Rummaging through my bookshelf i came across a little notebook with many pages in colour and lots of little doodles. I realise its my attempt at keeping a journal some years back, on a trip to London. Its random, but like all diary entries, its always interesting to go back in time and look at it through my scribbles. 

A dandelion takes you to the skies :) 

The Wall that Flies

             
                                                        Joy freed from the bond of earth's slumber
                                                                                     rushes into numberless seeds,
                                                                             and dances in the air for a day - Tagore


 I love my home, and I've been trying to pour all my love into it so that in return, it keeps me inspired. I live in Pondicherry, and the houses here can be a bit strange (in a good way). In my apartment we have a lot of outdoor space, and there is a wall next to the washbasin just outside the kitchen (where we brush our teeth :) that Ive been wanting to do something nice with for a loong time now, and YAY I finally did !
Ive spent yesterday and a bit of today covered in paint and painted my wall a beautiful blue - which happens to be my happy colour right now, and then I drew some magic seeds. I hope you like it, im thrilled with all the colour there right now :)

                                                                           Before !

blue

And after ! I love to look at my new blue wall, it makes me feel so free and a bit like i could fly off any   second. must be the magic seeds :)

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Song of the Magic Seeds

Weeping sky

We bring the sun

to make you glad

and fill you with the day

Quiet tree

We have the wind 

to make you dance

and fill you with our play

And you shall be glad

and you shall dance

and you shall come

to hear our song

and learn its tune

before it fades away

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