|| Aum Sri Ramakrishna Sharanam||
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|| Aum Namo Narayanaya||
The distinctive cry from the squabble of seagulls formed the percussion to an ensemble backed by the treble of the crashing waves and the gentle whistle of the sea breeze potent enough to initiate a noon-time ball between the towering coconut palms and the dainty bougainvillea that flourished unrestricted along the shoreline. Mauritius was captivating in the sun, whilst taking in the aromas emanating from the array of spices simmering over open fire earthen mounds created on the beach. You cannot remain content while the wafting breeze carrying with it the scent of the fragrant foliage challenges your sense of complacency. My artistic appetite was inspired by a feast of artwork as the canvas of the shore was regularly rearranged by the hands of the waves. In some way the definition of paradise seems to find meaning here as you are waited upon hand and foot closing in on all your stress with little room left to manoeuvre... with the only choice to leave you until you return to your normal world. The blaring horn of a passing bus came across like scratch marks on a high definition video releasing my mind from the hold of my holiday. Vexed by the sudden intrusion, I paged through the album with the hope of finding paradise once more. My scepticism of time travel diminished to an extent as I found myself being transported back in time through a photo taken during a holiday. Photos have the inherent and uncanny ability to transport one to the space, time and place of that which was photographed.
With Love and prayers