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vijayraghavendran

Biped I am, Who walks upright and thinks with a one and a half kilo mass of flesh. And gosh, this flesh does produce emotions and questions, and I bet you would agree with me.

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May 31, 2020

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Elderly people experience loneliness even when surrounded by many people. Being hard of hearing, and having poor vision, they wait everyday for the chariot of death to take them away to the land promised by their religions. With bones aged, and movement restricted, they now live their lives as onlookers, like the stick children in this drawing, crawling and babbling, as they experience their second childhood. The brilliance of our youth too will wither soon, and new beings will yet again be born, and thus the civilisation continues even after we are gone. I wonder what happens to our worries and fears, our joy and pleasures...
Cold but sunny days ruled the roost in Göteborg.
As the twilight bathes the sprawling sky, beautiful colours emerges with great detail. ~
The square casks of Antarctica trap oxygen and carbon dioxide from life beneath the mighty glaciers. With the white snow blanketing everything, a cry of colours is rightly the wish for the king penguins perhaps? #ipadart #paper53 #fingerdrawing
The resplendent Sun disappears on the horizon. Birds return to their homes en masse chirping gleefully along their way. Small and big vehicles crisscross the Älvsborg bridge and the passengers recollect what they have accomplished during the day and wonder what the evening would bring. Soon, the Stena line will arrive at the docks, and forklifts and cranes will unload the goods brought from Germany or elsewhere, from its gigantic underbelly. On the rocks of Masthuggskyrkan, a couple with a dog clink a pair of chutes while they gaze at the setting Sun. The dog, unleashed thankfully, goes about its job of sniffing and marking the territory on the rock bottoms. A few children were poking the crevice with a stick expecting a reward.
As much as I claim that the brain takes a backseat, and all that palaver, the very fact that I use the word ‘I’ reinforces the very self yet another time. What an everlasting game it’s been, of the self trying to lose its origins, and getting caught in its own rigmarole for the umpteenth time. #fingerdrawing #sprawlingwings #obedientwatcher #aresplendentkiwi #thedurryoftuglagabad

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