Casuarina Tree (gaali mara)

Images of Casuarina tree (gaali mara in Kannada) that was taken at Apsarakonda view point near Kumta...

Collection

Now, that I have all the time in the world to leisurely attend to some tasks which were left behind untouched gave me the chance to arrange and rearrange the collection of postage stamps in my album (not to forget the new look that has been given to S's coin collection).

As a school-goer I collected hundreds of stamps- begging, borrowing and even stealing (sometimes when the stamp seemed very expensive) from the posts of others' house.

Though collecting stamps and obtaining them, now, is an easy task with the deposits at the post office. Then, it was not known and the money too to buy them was insufficient.

So all that beg, borrow, steal concept.

But I do remember one of my cousin who promised to send me postage stamps from the US every time I wrote a letter to him (In English).

Being a student of Kannada medium class I had difficulty with English, not so much with writing but with speaking.

With hesitation, I had it started and he kept his promise by sending about 20-30 stamps of different nationalities each time.
I never asked him where did he get his supply of those beautiful stamps from.

Today, flipping those pages gives a different kind of joy and has given me the idea of showcasing them through this blog which I intend to begin soon.

His brilliance was visible in between a thin strip of arch.
His pure golden shade vibrated through the arch as though melted metal was oozing out from a furnace.
His presence would be felt only by countable people who happened to venture out on such a gloomy day.
The present days being covered with the hues of grey all around the sky, it would be difficult for someone to even imagine a sight like that.
Thanks to the birthday party which made us get out of our house and witness the beautiful scenario.
But there was no way of capturing HIS image in an electronic gadget.
All we could do was to fill our eyes with his spectacular rays that were waiting to hide behind the clouds once again.
Amid the pillars of iron and cement his rays pierced through our eyes.
He forced us to shut our eyes the moment we saw him but they didn’t stop us from looking back at him again.
This shade of his colour was never known to us (or rather to me) as we always saw him a tinge of orange with gold.
But this time the colour was PURE GOLD.