A break from work..

  

Most road crossings in Delhi have their own set of street artists. One plays the drum and another young acrobat performs, often using a small ring through which she makes her way with aplomb, much to the shock of motorists. 

Between the traffic lights changing colour, they quickly take a break and do the things kids should normally be doing, climbing trees and enjoying their makeshift swing 🙂

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Life….Thoughts by Zev

You blink and a third of your life has gone by. You feel old because people younger than you are talking about writing code and creating innovation while you’ve been rooted in artistry (though your art has been more of a concept than something actually tangible). What has manifested sits in countless journals strewn under your bed, collecting dust. On bad days you tell yourself none of it matters, all that has occurred is a tangled system of existential garbage that has consequently wired your brain to the point of abnormality (then you question if anything is actually normal, ponder it briefly over breakfast, and decide to revisit the issue on a later occasion which will undoubtedly happen). Your conversations with everyone from friends and family to the Chinese woman at the cleaners are like throwing darts at a dartboard while blindfolded. You speak in jumbles of inexact words running circles around the point, but hoping to hit the bull’s-eye. 98 percent of the time you make ambiguous generalizations that expand outward like hot air in a balloon except that the air never stops and the idea just gets so fuzzy that all original reason and meaning blur. Now you stand or sit (it’s really the same to you) lost in a cloud. You look around convincing yourself either that: A.”It’s okay to be lost without a direction,” or B. “The way out isn’t here, but maybe it’s over there.” So you scramble along the journey in “that direction.” By now, the air is very thick—Boston fog. Finally, just as the whole thing seems completely screwed you see a rose sprouting from the concrete. And sure, the rose is a day past bloom and slightly wrinkled, but you sit and enjoy it. You drink it in and you feel ALIVE. You haven’t felt this ALIVE in years. With each sip you catch a taste of the words in the journals collecting dust—the rhythm, the melodic tune of the song before the ink dried. As with everything you must continue. And so you step forward blinking, and suddenly you realize a third of your life has gone by.

Khecheopalri Lake, Sikkim 

 This gorgeous, wish-fulfilling lake, nestled amongst hills is sacred to both Hindus and Buddhists.

   

Located in Pelling, Sikkim, the lake is maintained by the locals who keep it absolutely clean. The long path leading to the lake is adorned by huge, moss laden trees and these make it a walk worth remembering! Truly a place worth visiting.