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Name: Antara
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About Me: Hi everyone,
Myself Antara. I'm from Kolkata, India.
An Internet Marketer by profession, I work in a firm located at the heart of Salt-Lake city. Exploring every nook and corner of the web is my passion.
I have a flare for designing and love to design pages.
And I believe that our life too is a scrapbook where we design each page on the basis of our own actions. Some of them are nice, others are clumsy. Some are just excellent while others need some renovations. But none are just perfect.
My blog is an online scrapbook assimilating tit bits of my life...a perfect portrayal of an imperfect image.
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Saturday, November 17, 2007 |
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Beginning Of A Journey
The red bright rays of the morning sun had kissed the nascent dew that rested on the grasses and radiated seven rainbow colors that made it look almost like a prism. It was a divine beauty that did not miss the glimpse of a wandering traveller. He was moved. It was a rare sight that revealed itself on rare occasions. The traveller moved on and while it was dusk he stopped by a maple tree. The orange leaves designed with a typical geometric pattern crimsoned with the rays of the setting sun and gave it an ethereal appearance. It was a sight that transported the traveller to a realm of romantic fancy and imagination.
And when the night enveloped the earth under its dark wings, the glittering stars peeped out of nowhere and started a wonderful display of colors.
And the beauty was almost nonparallel.
The traveller perceived the beauty of nature in three contradictory sequences. Well, I guess this is what beauty is all about. It is nothing but perception. It is the perception of anything that evokes pleasure in human senses. It could be the beautiful nature, a melodious song, a ballad, it could be anything.
Some of these experiences are divine, some are sensual and some are just nice. And all forms of beauty find their destiny in the beauty of woman. You may say that a woman's beauty is a kind of symbiosis of all forms of beauty. The matured beauty of a woman represents the various expressions of nature itself. If the pink rose resembles the coquettish glamour of a twenty-five year old woman, it is he dry lotus petals that expresses the maturity of a fifty ear old lady. The pink roses are lovely, but the lotus is inspiring. The pink rose has a sweet life to begin and the dry petals have a story to tell. That is what beauty is like, it is nothing but perception, it is a concept which is to be unveiled.
My blog is a journey. where I'm very much like the traveller in the above story. It is a journey to discover several colors of beauty. I believe that every woman is beautiful and external grooming are mere applications to highlight the same. My quest is to unveil this very beauty and at the same time make it bloom with radiance. It is a long long voyage...a journey that never ends, a journey without a destiny. |
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