Soliloquies at Sunrise


“There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man
that he does not know till he takes up the pen to write.”
(William Makepeace Thackeray)

Every sunrise is an invitation for us to rise up from bed and brighten someone’s day.

Sunrise indicates a new beginning, a fresh start. The dawning brings brightness into life and enlivens people to start the day with energy and intensity. Whenever you come across a scenic, beautiful daybreak, you cannot suppress a heavy sigh of happiness. In a way, nature, in the form of sunrise, plays the role of an illusionist from distant lands!

Few thoughts which struck me this morning as the first rays of light defied the rusty grills and bumped into my half-open eyes…

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The Doppelgänger


“At what exact moment
did the real turn into the unreal, reality into reverie?
Where was the border? Where is the border?”
(Milan Kundera, ‘Identity’)


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A book of sordid tales lay open on the desk, my gaze fixed on a photograph. The eyes stare from the page: holding my attention, groping my mind, fiddling with my senses.

He seems familiar.


I had seen this man before, and yet, I was not sure whether I recognized him; only that the feeling of 
déjà-vu wouldn’t go away. It seemed he had a hold on me. I was mesmerized by his stare, hypnotized by the thin smile, engrossed by his rugged features. He was wizened and aged, and I sensed a deep evil in his eyes.

I think this man has a dark heart!


Slightly flustered, I walked away from the book, out through the door of the curiosity shop in which I’d been browsing, and across the few yards to where my car was parked. I got into the car, started her up, and drove the couple of miles to my house. Pulling into the drive, I noticed that my front door was ajar.

Someone is in my house.

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Memento Mori


“If all the beasts were gone,
men would die
from a great loneliness of spirit,
for whatever happens to the beasts
also happens to the man.
All things are connected.
Whatever befalls the Earth,
befalls the sons of the Earth.”
[Chief Seattle, Dkhw’Duw’Absh (Duwamish) chief.]

Destroying our planet is like tearing pages out of an unread book, written in a language humans hardly know how to read.

But still Nature keeps painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty. Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind is wishful, and snow is exhilarating. Every dewdrop and raindrop has a whole heaven within it, every sun-ray and snowflake has a new story to reveal.

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