In Jewish cemeteries, you’ll rarely see flowers.
Instead, you’ll see stones—silent, simple, and deeply meaningful.
They don’t bloom. They don’t wilt.
They remain.
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In Jewish cemeteries, you’ll rarely see flowers.
Instead, you’ll see stones—silent, simple, and deeply meaningful.
They don’t bloom. They don’t wilt.
They remain.
Unpacked Media
Today is Independence day. And every year this day we look back at the things that we endured for this day. The freedom struggle, partition, horrible massacres. And then comes this place. The pain, the mental and physical torture prisoners or rather the freedom fighters had gone through is beyond our imagination. The mere stories of this place brings goosebumps. I wonder if I can even do justice in explaining this place. I clearly remember on my visit here I tried to stay in one of the cells for 5 minutes and they seemed like eternity, let alone talk about life time. I wonder how they did it with no possible human contact and nothing to look forward to. When talk about independence we talk of incidents like Jallianwala Bagh or partition but somewhere forget this place. The one that speaks of those times when Independence was a dream and fundamental rights didn't exist. #happyindependenceday #rememberingthem #india #kalapaani #forgottenmaybe #fromwhere #Istand #instagrammers #southindia #wanderlust #justwanderingaround #wanderingdiaries #clickindiaclick #india_clicks #india_ig #_soi #_coi #photographers_off_india #travelindia #streetsofindia #streetphotographyindia #storiesofindia #instapassport #cntravellerindia #igersindia #incredibleindia #currytraveller #traveledays #thatinquisitiveme (at Cellular Jail) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bmgh7J7njxa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=rax6gf442sbh
Dia de los Muertos #2016 #rememberingthem #DiadelosMuertos #dayofthedead #couple #hiphopmusic #underground #rap #producer #indie #unique #makeup #dotd #mary #remember #love
#rememberingthem #allsaintsday2016
Firts, last, and in time
As we grow up, we get older, we change and rarely do the things we used to do before. Some of our friends will go far away, some of the moments we’ve shared will just be left as memories or better yet some of them will fade away. The goofy looks plastered in our faces when we did something funny, the silly things we do for fun, the songs we sing together even though we are out of tone, the mischievous looks we passed at each other whenever we’re planning ridiculous. When we sneak out at night just to star gaze or have a stroll in the streets and just talk with our corny jokes. laughed at other people’s misfortune and ours, what we did from the past days and just random stuffs. The way we laugh until we lost out of breath, when we are at school we always do impromptu drama just for fun, irritate our classmates to bits until they explode out of annoyance and we will run as fast as we can when they chase us. which is actually better than running in marathon for me. We play childish games that grade schoolers do like daisy apple, bingo and hide and seek. During recess and lunch we eat like pigs, steal food from our other friends, beg someone to make “Libre” for us and even ask them money and throw scratch papers at each other during classes. How we freak the hell out when our teacher gives us surprise quizzes or pop quizzes. How we cursed math for being so complicated and science that always needs an explanation, when we sweat a bucket of water when we run 10 rounds in the field during our P.E. time, when we kind of mistakenly pronounced a word in our English class and our classmates would laugh at us and how we would run fast like we’ve joined in a Triathlon in the school corridors just to arrive at the classroom on time. How we look like saints when our teacher will scold us for making noises and make our classroom look like a zoo. This are just the some of the many things I’ve done with great and important people that made my life more interesting. I miss every bit of it. The things we did for the first times, the words we’ve said for the last times, and the memories we will reminisce in time.