A ‘Picturesque’ Tale

Hey folks!

Errmm… Before I continue, I think it’ll be better if I address the elephant in the room.

Who the hell am I?

A nobody, really.

Just a regular, ol’ blogger who has been given the permission to blog on this site. And for that I am indeed very grateful, Rashi. Thank you for giving me this opportunity.

And with that ‘issue’ addressed, let’s begin our debut journey together!

(Note:- This post is crudely divided into two parts. The first part deals with the ‘inspiration’ behind this post followed by a brief introduction, while the second part is the main story. An experiment by my side…)

Part 1.

A tale behind ‘the’ tale…

So here I was, having freshly completed my latest post, when I suddenly realised that I had no leads as to what I would be writing next. (as is mostly the case) Usually, this does not bother me as I rely on that sudden burst of inspiration that strikes me from time to time. However, the issue is that it only strikes me from ‘time’ to ‘time’, so I never know when I’ll be having the next episode of ‘writing jitters’ (as I like to call them).

So I came up with this idea of asking a few of my trusted readers. I did get a couple of suggestions, but my brain didn’t really seem to be interested in writing ‘on a topic’ and insisted on coming up with something by itself.

(How the hell did I score good in school essays then, huh? Ah, those good old days….)

Soon, I found myself immersed in reading some of my fellow bloggers’ scribbles, eager to see what they had written. Out of the many good posts in this vast ocean of wordpress, one stood out, nagging my mind and stretching my imagination.

Childhood escape – Melanie Gabrell

This post shared above described a happy childhood memory of a girl regularly spending her vacation with her parents at a picturesque lake house. I’m sure that we all have such a special place.

What caught my attention however, was not just the nostalgia behind the post.

Rather, it was the photograph of the place.

For it was a fact that though all of us could only appreciate the beauty of the lakehouse, the author on the other hand could visualise her father, their interactions and the memories which they had built in that very place over a period of several years.

And that got me thinking that even though Google defines a photograph as:-

‘ A picture made using a camera, in which an image is focused on to the light-sensitive film and then made visible and permanent by chemical treatment, or stored digitally.’

Is that the only thing that photography is all about?!

I mean, didn’t this prove what photographs were truly capable of?

Photographs convey so much more than just a few colours and figures. They tell us…. A story of their own.

And that, my friends, brings us to the second part of this post. Conveying the depth of photography with the help of a few photos I have clicked by my DSLR over the past few years.

Part 2.

A picturesque tale

People often asked her who she was. And more often than not, she didn’t know what to say. But today, as she sat all by herself in the park, she felt like she knew the answer.

She was a squirrel.

Squirrel perched on a tree trunk

The infinitesimal tranquility before the inevitable scurry

Like that tiny creature which sat perched on the root of that big tree, she too went about her busy life, doing what she always did. Thriving. Scurrying from one place to the other, never thinking twice where she went, yet being smart enough and running away at the smallest inkling of danger. Not today, though.

Tears welled in her eyes as she passed another glance at her cute, furry companion and was surprised to find it unusually still, almost as though reassuring her. Here she sat, on a metaphorical crossroad and so did the squirrel, albeit on a literal one as it seemed to decide which tree would be the best to climb. A smile crept to her lips as the squirrel seemed deeply in thought and unable to decide it’s path. So unlike itself. And so like her.

This had all been so unfair! She had simply been trying to live her life as she always did, never once attempting to harm anyone. Yet life had presented her with a situation that had caught her off-guard, completely taking her by surprise. Just like….

Deer in the headlights

Like the…. Deer in the headlights

Just like those deers who stood there in the distance, with their ears perked up at the sudden noise of a broken twig, glancing intently in that direction, as though frozen and not knowing what should be the next logical step except to stay alert.

She looked at her side, expecting to find the squirrel still there. To her disappointment, it had gone on it’s way, probably having made it’s mind as it did so. Was there no one to comfort her? Atleast the deers had each other for support, she thought, before her eyes landed on a lone fawn, standing all by itself. Yes. She could definitely empathise with that poor creature.

A lone fawn

For she had never felt so lost as much as she did today, feeling trapped and orphaned by the complexity and magnitude of the problem that life had presented her with. And there was nothing that she could do. Except… merely reflect on her past, like the crane who seemed engrossed in studying it’s own reflection.

Crane at the lake

Reflecting the past…

Where had she gone wrong? What had she done to deserve this? She couldn’t help but relive her memories and try to find the smallest piece of reasoning which could possibly explain the dramatic turn of events her life seemed to have taken….

Was there no hope for her?

Would this never end?

As though in answer, the clouds chose this particular moment to gradually drift apart. Infinitesimally. But it had been enough for the sun to shine through….

Rays of hope. The silver lining

For there’s always a silver lining

She wiped off her tears as the rays of the sun brightened her outlook. They reminded her that even the darkest storms had to end. That there was always the ‘silver lining’.

Glancing above, she suddenly found that she wasn’t alone. The squirrel was still there! Atop one of the higher branches, with the sun shining right through, it cast an ethereal aura around the squirrel.

Squirrel perched on a branch in the sunshine

So maybe things would change for her as well. Maybe she would make the right choice and the sun would shine on her, washing away all her sorrows and enlightening her future.

All she had to do was find the courage. The courage to fly….

Flying stork

To be independent and free. To leave the past behind and head forward with a fresh vigour. And now she knew she wouldn’t be alone. After all wasn’t life a never ending journey, a journey which we all were supposed to embark on together?

A journey towards a brighter spring, a greener tomorrow…

Lush green mountain

As she glanced at those lush, green hilltops in the distance, she no longer looked like the broken-hearted girl who had entered the park. For now she knew what she had to do. And as she rose from the bench, she headed to do the same, with a new spring in her step.

Ta dah! I hope you did like my debut guest post. If so, then I’d be obliged if you could pass by my site, The Pensieve sometime. And if not, then feel free to drop by any constructive suggestion/criticism in the comment section.

Until next time!

16 Comments Add yours

  1. Tom Burton says:

    This was a lovely read! Great learning more about you & hope you have a good weekend Thank you for always being such an encouraging reader for my stories (long and short!) πŸ™‚

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    1. The Pensieve says:

      Aww… You are welcome indeed Tom! And your stories are always worth it! πŸ™‚

      Thank you and I hope that you have a great weekend as well!

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  2. That felt like a great writing exercise. I like your writing style. Keep up the good work. 😊

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    1. The Pensieve says:

      Thanks a lot Matthew! 😊

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  3. Glad to see you here!πŸ˜ƒ
    Loved the way you brought out the thoughts connecting them with the awesome clicks! πŸ’•

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    1. The Pensieve says:

      Thanks a lot Bhavya! 😊

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    1. The Pensieve says:

      Thank you! ☺️

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      1. Anisha Das says:

        Welcome 😊

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  4. floatinggold says:

    It had me confused at first (I had no idea it was a guest post), but I finally made heads and tail.
    A cool post. Great pics.

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    1. The Pensieve says:

      Oh… πŸ˜…

      Well… I’m glad you liked my post. Thanks a lot for your feedback! 😊

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  5. Winnie says:

    Great post!

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    1. The Pensieve says:

      Thank you Winnie! 😊

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      1. Winnie says:

        You’re welcome! 😊

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  6. sarthak2700 says:

    These are beautiful pictures! :0

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    1. The Pensieve says:

      Thanks a lot Sarthak! 😁

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