Reflections
in Ripples of Life

Text and Photos by Hari Maharjan, ECS Media

I tread in the world of dreams, a land distant from reality. I find contentment there. This world that I tread upon is full of fear, indulgence, and chaos. It is not different from reality, yet I give in to this faraway land. I have had encounters there which have molded into reality, within period long and short.
I am aware that this world can never materialize into what is real but imagination is all I weave. My imaginations are like reflections in the stillness of a lake, which can only be sensed with the eyes. I sail that world, where my heart swims in this sea of tranquility. In a world where I fly with the wind, melt in the heat of burning flames, flow with currents of the stream. I paint those reflections on water as if it the lake was my canvas, where I paint cuckoos, whose songs although I do not understand, create a sweetest melody. I seek familiarity in strangeness. I chase this world that runs parallel to reality where the two can never meet. I am possessed by these reflection and ripples, and I see visions, reflecting upon me.