Ink & Parchment

  This is not an 'abandoned well' as the lines below indicate. It is my ancestral home which is more than 120 years old with a kitchen-attached well. But looking deep down into its bowels, it used to evoke a sense of fear, insecurity and at the same time, a great place to hide things I didn't want others to see. (Yes, I did throw a couple of things in there. Shhh :P) The structure itself is so old with plenty of plants and brambles growing along the edges giving it an eerie look, especially if we stare right down for a really long time, So this picture definitely did seem befitting to mirror the following lines, which I feel, many of the readers can definitely resonate to. "An abandoned well, in the middle of nowhere. Deep, dark, eerie, and intimidating, Its walls lined by deep-rooted greens, Even thorns and brambles all around. My pupils search warily inside, dilated, For a possible bottom, dry or submerged. It's a dump ground for everything futile, And even for t...

  This picture was clicked in the 'Lockdown' times of 2020 when we were too lazy to sweep off these leaves from the ground. That was when my friend came home with her brand new OnePlus 8 Pro, and I knew I had to experiment with its awesome camera :)  One year later, while going through the old pictures, this click here did pique up my curiosity about the life of these Fallen Leaves.. . "Fallen leaves on the ground, faded, brown and crisp,   Each one of them has its own story to tell.  Days of dewdrops, dawn, and dusk,  Tales of naughty squirrels and chirping birds,  Rough patches and many hours of turmoil,  When clinging on and resistance was the key.  Dancing in harmony, swaying to the rhythm,  The soft rustles and the music of their souls,  And when its time, they drop down, gracefully,  Adorning the floor, now a reflection of their past."