Musings at the Lake. The Walkers and the Gawkers. After my earlier attempt Musings in the Park, created,if not waves,at least ripples, I thought of sharing my musings about my new walking destination. After all, this is the Age of Sequels and unending serials. The Lake is a serene and tranquil tourist spot, normally. But the recent fury of the rains unleashed giant waves that lapped dangerously close to the danger points of the Tower and Regulator Flood Gates. The opening of the flood gates spelt misery for the low lying areas downstream. However, now that the flood waters have receded, one can resume meditations on the fragility and transitoriness of Life. The crowds are back at the lake,and I could not help but notice the Ever-present smartphon...
🌼🌼*Fallen Flowers* Walking is a normal activity. But the beauty of walking is that one can see the life happening around you. Every morning, when I go for walk, I see an elderly gentleman picking up flowers fallen under a tree and placing them in a basket for his visit to the temple, later in the day. His activity was making me curious. One morning, I saw him again doing the same and decided to put my curiosity to rest. I asked him about his obsession for fallen flowers while other elderly people pluck fresh flowers. I asked him, "Sir, I always see you picking up these freshly fallen flowers from the ground. What do you do with them?" "I offer these flowers at the feet of the deities in my pooja room," he answered very calmly. This was the first time I had heard something like this. So, I asked him again, "If you don't mind, may I ask you, why are you offering fallen flowers to God when there are so many flowers on the tree that can be easily plucked?...