Emmalisa !

Emmalisa; stands alone at stares at you while you walk down the Franklin Wharf Ferry Pier, Hobart. Built in 1947, she's been around for a while now and looks forward towards welcoming you. 

And just in case, if you're ever around here in Hobart, you wouldn't want to miss the historic tour offered at Emmalisa.  


LOVE from Hobart !

Well, months go by and I try to dust it off. Dust off my camera, dust off the quilts, shoes and think of venturing out. Today was one of those days.

Hobart, the place where I'm at these past several months and to tell you the truth, we breathe one of the best views. Looking down from Mt. Wellington is heavenly. 

So, not trying to gasp it all fellas. Here I'm sending out 'love' to ya all : ))


Ghost Road

I've been here for a while now and have familiarised myself with places, roads and what not. Different country, different city and a different University, pursuing what I am supposed to pursue, for the moment even though I don't really fancy the path. But well, gotta do what I've gotta do for now.

There are ghost roads around, may be ghosts too. But not worried and not bothered, to be honest. The last 10 minutes' walk at the end of the day is pretty lonely but getting to and from from my home and the University is a daily schedule now. For many of the people around, this landscape is a regular cross and for me, it's the most familiar one recently. Life's boring. I've made it so, to be precise but then there comes the light, from the end of the tunnel that pushes and punishes me to move on. To keep chasing when there's no enthusiasm at all. All these times, I've been trying to figure out whether the chase is worth a shot and then I look back, the chase so far hadn't made any sense. 

A part of my everyday life at the moment.

They say, keep moving and that's I've been doing but, believe me, it's hasn't made any sense lately. All I wish is to have something good chasing for and I don't seem to get interested in anything any more. This is sad, flat sad. I look back and had so many things worth chasing for but then really never had guts to go for 'em. But well, part of life, part of learnings, part of ups and downs I believe. Living simple, living happy is something I'm doing for now till I find the 'urge' to push it like I used to : )


And then when I thought it was all over........!

I'm quiet. I'm trying to hide. That 'everything' in me has started to fade. I'm no longer 'that me' and probably that's what is destiny. As time passes, you start to realize that things aren't the same any more. Or say, probably, in few people, the enthusiasm never remains the same. I fall into those 'few' and I've accepted that it isn't the same any more.

Life's been good. Out of the numerous moments I've had, I regret very few. I've been loved and sadly, I've hurt. I can never sum it up, it's never good when you know, you've been bad. Ups and downs and then may be, down and downs. For me, it's all going down now. And I'm quiet. I'm trying to hide.

It was a store. I used to work in a store. It was one of the busiest stores in the area and I was the most happening 'life' there. Days had depth. They were making sense. Then one day, a girl walks in. Walks in and shows me the 'glow' she had in her. That was different, different then what I was used to seeing around that area. I was drawn. I was drawn and it made an impression. Days went by and then I started seeing her more often. This went on for many days and one day, I finally asked about her details. She had a complicated explanation and it took me years to solve or say straighten out the complications. The complications were gone before I realized that she was gone too. She left or it was me, I still don't understand. Well, life. Moved on. Never gave it a second thought. 

And then, here I am. After years, there's a knock. There's a knock. Boy, there's a knock. I open and it's her. It's that same glow that's there. Yes, it's her. She's knocking. I am surprised, I have no clue. I'm still to confirm that it's 'that' same glow. She's back. 

But I don't know. I don't know what's next. I'm quiet. I'm still trying to hide. She refuses to let me hide. She knows me. She's shaken things around me. But it's the start. There are complications at both end. We're mysterious. We're both full of mysteries. 

But I'm still refusing to give up. I'll still try to hide. I believe it's better in hiding or there'll be a mess. 

I'm far far away. 

I love to keep it that way.
May be, it's the best.
Best for we, best for all.

Life's round,

Life's short, 
Life's there,
And they'll find. 

You can't hide,

You can't run,
Memories come chasing,
People come chasing.

Well, I'm quiet. I'm trying.

It's the destiny,
It's what I choose,
But alas.

And then when I thought it was all over...life starts. Life started.

(Random babbles...., might coincide)

Have a happy journey folks.