End of 2016 Photography

All the photographs were taken in Mussoorie by my brother Ashutosh at different times. ..."And O the spring- the spring I lead the life of a king! Couch'd in the teeming grass, I spy each pretty lass"... John Keats

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Mussoorie 2016 Photography

Few pictures from my recent visit to Mussoorie. Let me end with this poem by Angela Morgan. "God, when you thought of a pine tree, How did you think of a star?... God, when you chiseled a raindrop, How did you think of a stem, Bearing a lovely satin leaf To hold the tiny gem?" ... …

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Beauty – Khalil Gibran

Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide? And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech? ... ....beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty …

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People with Disabilities in India: Hopelessness and Hope

Today International day for People with Disabilities is being observed around the world. Here in India, we also have various events to commemorate the day like every other year but PWDs continue to live in extreme poverty, facing different types of discrimination, poor quality of life and hopelessness. PWDs in villages are still being mocked …

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Following Christ and making a better world: what comes first?

The foundation of my Christian faith is in the historical fact of 'Resurrection' and the theological doctrine of 'Redemption'. It is not because I want to become a better person or want to contribute to making the world a better place. Let me explain. My foundation or my reason for following Christ is based on …

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Touched by an Angel – Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the …

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