Dawn drenched land


Morning Glory



Bidding farewell to Cambodia was heart breaking…A sudden surge of love for that charming land swept me away. I became too obsessed with inhaling the fluffy clouds and the splendour of the crimson sunrises and the glorious sunsets with a vengeance. I wanted to absorb every bit of the mesmerizing Phnom Penh skies and carry it with me wherever I go… I believed that the skies of any other place would never be as blue or as beautiful as the Cambodian sky, hence did not want to miss anything by not looking up the sky! This was the last of the sunrises I clicked on January 14th and 15th, 2015, before leaving the Kingdom of Cambodia…


Sun rises in Cambodia were unique and exhilarating experiences for me. Like Dickinson sang

‘I’ll tell you how the sun rose/ A ribbon at a time…’

You can literally see and feel the glorious Sun coming up inch by inch bathing the surroundings in a magnificent golden light. I have walked many mornings to this Rainbow Bridge connecting our Bassac Garden area to the Diamond Island ( Koh Pich) just to get that overwhelming sunrise feel in the morning .

The Rainbow Bridge and the surroundings bathed in the morning glory!




From the darkness

Into the light!



In that blissful silence I could always hear the most divine music of Nature. There usually would be a handful of people on the road ranging from some cyclists, vendors on tuk tuks or bikes getting ready for their day’s toil. That silence adds beauty to the resplendent atmosphere.  Fearing that one day in case some invisible hands wipe off my memory, I love recording them all.




I am a part of all that I have met;

Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.


When I stood looking at the arch of the bridge with the gleaming sun rays peeping through it, with a sigh I thought of these lines of Alfred Lord Tennyson

After reaching Saigon two days later, with a heavy heart I looked at the setting Sun through my apartment window and this time Sarojini Naidu’s lines visited me

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;


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