A Pictorial Story of The Endless Horizon
The horizon, infinitely theatrical. The sky rises gracefully from the horizon like a living canvas of shifting colours. The clouds and the sea, constantly embraces each other in a poetic dance. Occasionally muted, the horizon is frequently animated with such beautiful surreal colours that only those who pays attention could fathom its eloquent expression of intimately relatable feelings of joy, sadness, pain and happiness. It does not speak, it does not cry or laugh, but through colours the horizon speaks to us in innumerable ways. These are timeless moments that I was lucky enough to have chanced upon for the last 15 years, when the sky sang and danced with the sea so elegantly. All we need to do is open our eyes and listen with our hearts. When we see beauty in a sky draped in dark dreary clouds, yet finding an indescribably comforting feeling with a bright glowing sliver of hope - this perhaps is the moment when we have begun to accept death while at the sa...
