This was taken on a trip to ooty in the SIM’S PARK. It looks good right. But I actually don’t know the name of this flower… 😦 😦 😦
If anyone knows do reply me with the answer… 😀
Are you surprised to hear this name? Well if you are not that’s okay. But am really surprised of this name. The reason is i haven’t known that this flower might have such a beautiful name. We used to call it as “koli kondai” in our city.
Anyways happy to know the new and real names of so many flowers which we don’t know. Hope to know a lot more yet with my Blogging 🙂 🙂 🙂
I love the color of this flower a lot and love its softy skin too 🙂
I am not a Keralite to celebrate Onam festival. But i like onam and love to be a part of it. Though i haven’t got any chance of such a participation i am hoping to get in future 🙂 🙂 🙂
This little guy is a neighbor of me who is originally from Kerala. But they haven’t celebrated onam as they live here and none of their relatives are near them. But they prepared some sweets and his parents dressed him up in this costume… Doesn’t he look good??? Guess he is looking cute in this after-all he was not interested to pose my picture with a smile. Never mind still he is cute 😀
“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.”
Every person is innocent with a pure heart when they are kids. But when we start growing we adapt to all the changes that the surrounding tries out to make with loads and loads of bad habits which at one stage ruins our life too 😦 It depends on the persons individual self-contentment towards all the things.
Lets turn back to our childhood trying to be innocent and pure hearted without anger, ego, betrayal, lies, addictions, jealous and so on…
“Know you what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of to-day. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism; it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its own soul.” ~~Francis Thompson quotes