“Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.”
– Kahlil Gibran
“Life is filled with unanswered questions, but it is the courage to seek those answers that continues to give meaning to life. You can spend your life wallowing in despair, wondering why you were the one who was led towards the road strewn with pain, or you can be grateful that you are strong enough to survive it.”
– J.D. Stroube
Linking to Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge
Christmas in Russia and about 15 other countries is celebrated every year on January 7th rather than December 25th. The Russians start their year with around 10 vacation days which begin with the New Year celebrations and culminate in the Christmas festivities.
The primary reason for this is the fact that the Russian orthodox church follows the Julian calendar which is 13 days behind the Gregorian calendar.
Gorky Central Park of Culture and Leisure (Центральный парк культуры и отдыха имени Горького) is one of Moscow’s Central parks located next to the Moskva river and spans an area of about 300 acres. It’s the perfect place to see the way Russians spend their free time. The park gets its name from the famous Soviet writer, Maxim Gorky.
While at an earlier point of time, the park had various rides including roller-coasters, today it is more of an eco-friendly park which also has an ice-skating rink and wi-fi.
I had come to the park with the intention of taking the Radisson Cruise on the tranquil waters of the Moskva river. Since I missed it by a few minutes, I decided to take a walk along the river itself. And mind you, while it does look sunny, the temperatures were still hovering around -5 degrees.
With all the snow round, Gorky Park looked really beautiful.
As someone had rightly said, the best way to experience any city is by walking through the streets and taking in the sights and sounds all around. While on the first morning, I had asked my colleague to pick me up from the hotel, I decided that from the evening onwards, I would make the 20 minute journey on foot between Правды ул (Pravdy Street) and Лесная ул (Lesnaya street) where my hotel was located.
During school, we have all studied about the Tundra region characterized with shrubs, mosses, pine trees along with dark and gloomy winters full of snow. I had always seen snowfall in movies but as I stepped out of the Domodedovo Airport at the outskirts of Moscow in late November, I immediately got my first experience of how snowfall felt.
“Ma. Look around this place. Everything seems to have turned white with the amount of snowfall we had last night.”
While this winter had been unusually warm, the snowfall had dumped more than a few feet of snow throughout the sleepy town of Budsworth.
As the sun rose the next morning, Rosaline and her mother stepped out for a walk to the nearby reserve. The trees which were usually lush green seemed totally lifeless without their leaves. Moreover, with the overgrowth of wild bushes and mushrooms, it seemed as though the area hadn’t been tended to since a long time.
Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – March – My post no 6 for this month.
PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Janet Webb
She had met him for the first time when he was in his garden. He loved nurturing his plants with utmost care and concern as if they were his children. She always saw him spend a couple of hours each day watering and tending to them. That garden was where they spoke sweet-nothings, laughed, cried, argued, made-up and lived a life over a couple of years. As she sat by the window reminiscing the times they had spent, her eyes wandered to the plant which they had planted together. Its flowers had turned golden and were now covered with ice.
Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – December) – My post no 5 for this month.
The emptiness in my heart mirrored the vast open sea. There wasn’t a soul around till the eyes could see. The sea seemed so calm that one wouldn’t even know that when it gets angry, it can even kill.
“People crave for a chance to look at me. But you don’t seem to care. Who are you?”
Wearing a tube top and hot pants, she seemed dressed to kill. Oodles of makeup, botox, straightened hair; guess she loved to look artificial. She didn’t seem the type who you would find on cruise liners.
“Are you talking to me?” I was taken aback at this sudden conversation.
“Yes Mister. Diana is talking to you. Any doubts?”
“Uh Oh! Am I bothering you? I am really sorry.”
“You seem weird. Is everything ok?” She put her palm gently on my shoulder out of what seemed genuine concern.