Photographic eyes

We were cruising through the traffic of central expressway, on our way back home, after a bout of shopping. It was around 8 in the evening. The setting sun had painted the sky with golden gray. It was the phase just before when it turns completely golden. The grand finale with the mauve splash over the gold rimmed horizon was yet to be staged. I was (as usual) overwhelmed with this beauty and expressed the same to my hubby. The least I expected from him was a nod of assent. But instead, he took his own sweet time looking at it and then dismissed it with a "uhhh,.hmm,.its okay" with an accompanying frown on his face. Exasperated beyond words (this is not the first of its kind incident), I stared at him, demanding him for an explanation. And there it was : "It wont photograph well, the lighting is not good enough". Well I give up. As one might have guessed, my husband is a photography enthusiast like no other. Everything he sees translates to a view through the camera lens, so much so that his analysis and appreciation depends on that. God save us! If only he had a memory to go with it ;)

of time

We have read, been told and taught that time is the best healer. now, is it really? In a way, yes. But not in the conventional sense. It does not really root out the pain/ memories of the past. It makes you get used to them, focus on the present and look towards future. In essence, it is not really the time which heals you, but in fact, it "lets" you heal. All the work is upto you. How fast you recover is an index of your abilities and determination. Also, the wind may throw in some favorable events in your direction. All these just take time, that is all.