I saw the photo. She looked all wet with her hair carelessly over her face, the sea surreptitiously trying to reach out to her and take her with it but she, like always being oblivious to the shrieking calls of the universe. The sea, as it came towards her turned a dirty shade of brown, but I don’t blame it as I don’t blame the people who behave in a similar manner, who may not be as honest.
If I said she looked beautiful it would be an iniquity and a sacrilege but somebody once said “Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.”
She kept the photo so that everybody could see it, I couldn’t understand why, when people don’t see what I see, when people don’t feel what I feel, when people don’t care what I do, when people don’t respect what I do when she walks so graciously on the sea coast.
I never like to see people in photographs. Pics are incapable of capturing what matters, as u said.
ReplyDeletefeeling for the things in reality is much more important than the feeling for pictures -VAN GOGH
ReplyDeleteNot every one is lucky to see beyond the shades and colors on the canvas