This year fashion designers and well-known connoisseurs of fashion attend the most talked about event where fashion and fruits collide in the season of fall. Quite controversial, so what if this watermelon skirt by Vouis Buitton is a summer fruit? The fresh and bright red colors of watermelon will continue reminding us to keep things fresh and juicy all year long.
this is for us. This is for us who sing, write, dance, act, study, run and love and this is for doing it even if no one will ever know because the beauty is in the act of doing it. Not in what it can lead to. This is for the times I lose myself while writing, singing, playing and no one is around and they will never know but I will forever remember and that shines brighter than any praise or fame or glory I will ever have, and this is for you who write or play or read or sing by yourself with the light off and door closed when the world is asleep and the stars are aligned and maybe no one will ever hear it or read your words or know your thoughts but it doesn’t make it less noble. It makes it ethereal. Mysterious. Infinite. For it belongs to you and whatever God or spirit you believe in and only you can decide how much it meant and means and will forever mean and other people will experience it too through you. Through your spirit. Through the way you talk. Through the way you walk and love and laugh and care and I never meant to write this long but what I want to say is: Don’t try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see or touch it: make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a little better. Feel a little lighter. Create art in order for yourself to become yourself and let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story. Let your very identity be your book. Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.
So go create. Take photographs in the woods, run alone in the rain and sing your heart out high up on a mountain where no one will ever hear and your very existence will be the most hypnotising scar. Make your life be your art and you will never be forgotten.
– CHARLOTTE ERIKSSON
Beautifully expressed by Charlotte Eriksson in her book, Another Vagabond Lost To Love. Thank you my friend, Abhishek Labhe for sharing this poem with me!
Like many travel enthusiasts, it has always been my dream to visit Paris. It was a short 2-day trip but my husband and I tried to make the most of our time on hand.
We booked a hotel called Hôtel Eiffel Kensington. The building looked beautiful. In fact, the architecture of all the buildings in Paris is wonderful and majestic. You can spend hours admiring the exteriors of regular buildings, their tiny balconies, the artistic railings, and the windows.
Day 1: 1. Eiffel Tower 2. River Seine Cruise 3. Arc de Triomphe 4. Luxembourg Gardens
Day 2: 1. Notre Dame Cathedral. 2. The Louvre Museum 3. Do a Walking Tour (Optional but recommended)
Day 1 When you are in Paris, two things are mandatory:
Seeing the Eiffel Tower
Seeing Paris by boat
We got up early to see the Eiffel Tower. We saw it from outside, from inside, and from the top. Initially, I did not find it super impressive, but the more I saw the Eiffel Tower, the more I fell in love with it. The Eiffel Tower is always there and seems to follow you around where ever you go! I feel everything about Paris is wonderful because of it. There was a long queue to enter the Eiffel Tower but it was worth the wait.
After walking for several hours, we took a rest stop around the Eiffel Tower to eat. We ate some relishing hot crepes and ice creams.
The next thing on our list was the 1-hour River Seine Cruise. Seeing Paris in a boat and gliding under the marvelous bridges was the most heartwarming experience. The guide did a great job in explaining the history of all the monumental buildings and the famous bridges that we came across on the ride.
Our next stop was to see the Catacombs of Paris but it had the longest waiting line that I have ever seen in my life and since we were running short on time, we couldn’t do it, maybe next time! But, if you have the time, then seeing the Catacombs is considered to be a must!
We then saw Arc de Triomphe and sat in the famous Luxembourg Gardens to enjoy a leisurely sunset.
We started the day by visiting the Notre Dame Cathedral. After the magnificent sights of the church, we joined a walking tour that took us around the city. The guide narrated interesting tales about every street and monument we crossed on a nearly 4-hour walk. I always enjoy doing walking tours, the slow leisurely pace to experience a new city suits me well. We ended up at the doorstep of the Louvre which was the last stop on our itinerary for the day.
The Louvre Museum is one of the most historic and largest museums in the world. Right at the entrance, the sight of the museum took my breath away. The glass pyramid serves as the entrance and it’s also the first art piece you experience as you enter the Louvre.
When we entered inside, we completely lost track of time, 4-5 hours just flew by. There was so much to see and so little time. We attempted to locate the Mona Lisa but got hopelessly lost within the museum. Several of the exhibits and especially the Napoleons’ war rooms brought tears to my eyes. The grandeur and scale of the art at the Louvre are breathtaking! Peppered in amongst the museum visitors were also aspiring artists who sat with their sketchbooks, sketching away their versions of art pieces by the masters.
About Our Stay
Our hotel room was small but comfortable and was located in a great place. I say great because we could see the Eiffel tower from our window. There was a queen-size bed and a bathroom in the room which was spacious enough to do the job. There was also a wall-mounted television, two tiny bedside tables and they had even managed to fit in a desk, and a chair in the corner of the room with barely any space left to walk around. However, the room was still cute and we loved it. It was our cozy room with a view!
We mostly took the subways to travel around the city which is extremely well connected. Every time we went underground I would get disappointed because I did not want to miss any second admiring the beautiful streets, shops, people, cafes, trees, and of course the artistic buildings in Paris. It is true, what you hear about Paris, there is romance in the air, a happy feeling to elate the spirits.
These are some of the places that you must visit when you are in Paris. This was before the pandemic, sometime in 2016. I miss travelling and I miss Paris. So I decided to write about my travel experience and share with you the places that I visited and the memories that I still cherish.
Poetry, Does not have to be a jumble of words Or, beautiful sounding prose. It’s what the people always say, Poetry is in everything that’s around you.
It doesn’t need to be Created, written, spoken, or sung. It doesn’t have to always be expressed. It can be in the unsaid little things of life.
When you close your eyes in prayer, The reverent bow of your head, my friend, is a poem.
It is a feeling that flows, It does not have to be controlled, Who says you need to follow rules, meters, or rhymes To feel poetry, and if you do, that’s great too. Well, then that’s the ultimate form of poetry.
But poetry, my dear, is you. The emotions that flow inside of you. The good ones, the bad ones, The sad ones, the angry ones, The love, the hate.
When you feel a darkness creeping within, Gnawing at your skin Breaking you, pulling you down, Haven’t you tried to fight, to overcome? Expecting light at the end of the tunnel? You have reached your hand out for help, Right there is hope, right there in your spirit is poetry.
When you are drowned in work, Day and night with no track of time, You have forgotten to eat, Hungry and tired. But, when you finally raise your head and stretch In that deep long breath of exhaustion is poetry.
You are hanging onto your life, In a local crowded train. Sweating, cursing, sighing, Pushing, pulling, struggling.. Struggling for a breath of fresh air. In that struggling, funny anger my lovely one, let us find poetry.
Poetry is not always flowery. It can be anything that you want it to be.
Doubtless, that the poems written by The hopeless romantics, On the falling leaves, On the blooming trees, On the rising, thrashing waves, On the pouring, loving rain Will always be the rainbows in the skies.
But, let us continue finding beauty In the most unexpected traces of life.
Oh how lovely it is, To come across a quaint country cottage, That serves breakfast and tea.
A white arched picket fence at the entrance, Decorated with pink cherry blossoms. I walk across the green lawn and enter a warm 1980s cottage.
The fireplace hearth in the kitchen Warms the wooden interiors. Baskets are filled with breads, Glass jars full of jam, A steaming kettle brews tea, Pots and pans hang on hooks, I settle down to read a book.
Why isn’t anybody around, I say, “Hello?” and wait for a sound. A little girl runs across the room With flour on her messy French braid ponytail, Followed by an old maid, Who stops midway noticing my presence. “How may I help you, today?” I smile and say, “This is such a beautiful place!” I get a curt nod and she says, “We are closed for the day”.
I never had the courage to visit again, I sometimes pass by the quaint country cottage, and admire it from far away.