As Time Flies

This time i have these digitally created berries. Don't ask the name as I just picked colours and tried blending to get a fruit. If you find any resemblance to any do share. 🙂 I am loving this tiring drawing style at the moment. Lets see what happens next... As for todays Quote "Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.” ―Theodore Roosevelt.

I sit for a few minutes and free write. So sometimes, it mat make sense while at times it may appear clueless rambling. Do bear and enjoy !! 🤣🤣 It has been a while since I put something on my blog, well actually almost three years. Now, that life has picked up momentum, I am back too. Thankful and happy to be in the present. This black and white work is painted on Microsoft paint. It was quite tiring as I use a mouse but I kind of love the end result. Sometimes I feel that things look nice even without finesse and the black and white gives more warmth to a photo or picture which is otherwise not so visible because of the vibrant colours. Before I sign off a quote I read: The mind ought sometimes to be diverted that it may return to better thinking. - Phaedrus Read more at Brainyquote

B is for beginnings... A quote I read and loved - "We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves." Life is an empty notebook where I inscribe and illustrate my journey, certain pages come out vibrant whereas others are lacklustre. Each page has a new font, colour, alignment. Creating a fresh start on a new page is possible but changing the notebook is not possible. Not that I wish to change mine but sometimes when the emotions start blackmailing and the grass appears greener on the other side, this notion just pops up.   I have learned quite a bit over the years and am more liberal to choose my stationery, I am more into creating my original craft, filling in colour that appeals to me at that moment. I just create and let myself enjoy each moment . Photo Credit -pixabay

A walk to remember Chirping birds, Burbling stream, Rustling leaves, Exist but in a dream. Roaring excavators, Pounding hammers, Clanking metal, I hear. Longing to hear – The swish of breeze, Music of dancing trees, The gong of a temple from far Spare me- Please, no more of the fancy cars. Searching for the giggles while Children play, Gadgets or gizmos have taken The childhood away. Lost is the voice of a friend, Tapping the QWERTY - The new music in trend. All is lost in the noise, So, I hear no sounds If there was a choice I’d rather rebound.

As time Flies thoughts also take wings but fewer words are sufficient. My thoughts...   In case you like to use it, kindly give due credit (it is like a reward for a fellow netizen, Seriously).

Source "As Time Flies" There are times when someone tries to guide us but we feel as though we are under scrutiny. As long as the person is not harsh or negative we should be happy to have a friend like that. Who has time to rectify things in this busy world? At least, I consider such well-wishers around me as my friends. All my friends in this virtual world who have guided me some time or rectified a mistake I thank them today. Do you stop to thank that person who picks up scattered things for you while you are juggling with your shopping bags or you just gather your things, turn around, and walk away? Most of us would go with the former, right. I have come across people who ignore the helping hands as if they do not exist. Well, dear friend, you may be on this side of the fence but some day you might be on the other side and maybe then, you will understand how it feels. The worth of anything is realized only when it is not there with us. Showing gratitude does no...

Source As good, as it can get things are improving on this side as the family is recuperating from the ugly flu. It is such a dreaded disease. All the joints, bones, and muscles pray for compassion and the nerves are a wreck. You wonder if at all you would have grasped that a little virus could control your life for almost a week. Pray if only you had listened to the clattery sounds of your bones and the whizzing sirens that shook your chest. If only, but, then it is too late. To add salt to your open wounds the entire family takes a corner each of the house. Oh God, show some mercy!   Promise I shall listen to the silent rants of my body next time. This is the thought that never leaves you until you leave the bed. Afterwards, Well “I am a shoemaker” Promise, what is that? The deadly cold is probably the taken most casually but the effects it has on the body are hard hitting! "I hate you" is all I  say to the Flu!