Sunday Driver |Fill Up The Senses

Back to my Sunday. And yes, today, it has taken me more time than usual to come to my senses. You see, feeling (what an oxymoron-ish expression and yes there is no word like oxymoron-ish) alive, seeing a bright beautiful sun, taste of rich and perky coffee, smell the air (okay, being romantic cause, staying in Mumbai basically means the salt in the air blended with musty smells of "khaadi" - people who live in Mumbai know what I am talking about) and hear the sound of music is a process of living. Basically be alive.

So I present to you pictures that shall fill up your senses, wake up the being within.

The sense of sight. What you see or rather what I see, for you may see something else entirely, are colours, bright and bridal. Traditional Red and Green that declare an occasion, a celebration of union, of harmony. Colours that are primary to being half of a whole.

The sense of Hearing. Music to ears, romantic, poignant and moving. The music that plays at every wedding, Shenaai. won't go into Ustaad Bismillah Khan's tunes as to even trying to describe that melody is heart wrenching. It plays in the ears.

The sense of taste. Pure nectar or vilely bitter. Sometimes sweet, sometimes salty and sometimes yes sour yet the union of souls is a taste that is best described by this line... "Shaadi ka ladoo... Jo khaye woh bhi pachtaaye... Jo na khaaye woh bhi!" And just like a line from a song..."bittersweet, memories... that is all I am taking with me!" is what I see and feel in this picture.

The sense of smell. My first thought when I saw this picture was Evocative. The perfumes that cuts through your senses just like light that cuts through crystal. It could leave a halo of one colour, all absorbing or all reflecting or even refracting. It envelops one in a cocoon that could be cloying or filled with fragrance that heightens every other sense.

The sense of touch. This completes the cycle. Touch that could be encouraging, supporting, comforting or giving.

Fill up your senses by engaging them in a tango that will envelope you, bind you and lead you to a dance that is poetry in motion. Life.

Enjoy your Sunday.

Gorky's pictures threaded together are like stories that have chapters and versus with in; complete yet incomplete with one and the other. I tried looking for one picture that would complete the sense of touch for my Sunday Driver amongst Gorky's treasure, but then I found something within my little tiffin box.