not in the forced laugh, not in the painted face. beauty is more often than not found in what is mundane, even ugliness, in grace. yesterday, i saw a funeral procession and it was beautiful for all its fragile humanity. like Coleridge’s Mariner, finding beauty in the usually unexpected places lifts the albatross of despair from my neck, always. and that’s when i realize…my life may not be ideal or happy or perfect, but beautiful it is.
Adee
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.