Question Mark and Comma Butterflies

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Question Mark Butterfly

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Comma Butterfly

These two butterflies look exactly the same with subtle differences. Can you spot the difference? Also it looks like they have only four legs unlike normal butterflies that actually have six. The first two are small and fuzzy.

Well the difference is in the white punctuation mark on the wings.

They can also be distinguished from the dorsal side (though I could not get a good picture of the butterflies with wings open). They are both dull orange with black spots but turns out the question mark has line of four spots and the comma butterfly has a line of three spots.

To me these look like dried fallen leaves, such a wonderful disguise!

Into the blue – Sara Jackson-Holman

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If only if only I could’ve been yours,  been your rapport and yours to adore

If only if only I would’ve said yes, Forgotten the rest oh I could’ve said yes

If only if only you’d ask me again, I’d give you my hand

Let you take me across the sand

Into the blue and faded world of my daydreams

I feel I’m falling deeper everyday

Melting away down a dark and endless abyss

I’m grasping at straws and I’m chasing the wind

As I fall on my face over and over again

If only if only I had the luxury of retrospect

Sounds like you’re speaking some sort of foreign dialect

If only something precious as time had a price

Instead of endlessly taking its toll on my soul

Oh so many if onlys running through my mind

What ifs and storybook endings time after time

If only if only you could’ve been mine, I’d take you

Into the blue and faded world of my day dreams

I feel I’m falling deeper everyday

Melting away down a dark and endless abyss

I’m grasping at straws and I’m chasing the wind

As I fall on my face over and over….

I discovered this song when watching Castle – a detective/drama television series. (It was played in the last episode of season two, yes a while back) And gradually it made its way into my favorites playlist. :)

Here’s a Youtube link to the song for those who have not heard it : Into the blue

(Photo clicked at the Red Rock Canyon, Nevada)

Weekly Photo Challenge : On the way

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On the way to my PhD. defense presentation, I was sifting through papers all along, working on my presentation and as I decided to give my eyes a break, I looked out of the aircraft window. I thought from preparing so many flowcharts and reading so many papers about atoms and molecules, I was actually seeing spheres, squares and rectangles everywhere. But I soon realized this was real, and it looked like someone was playing a grand Othello game :)

If you are still wondering what they are, they are circular fields of corn, soy and wheat in the U.S. Midwest! At first I wondered why would someone plant crops in circles wasting the land on the edges, but turns out they are sacrificing a small amount of their produce to conserve the more precious fresh water that is used to water these crops (using a technique called central pivot irrigation which makes the water more readily available for the crops, reduces evaporation from the surface and so also reduces water usage!)

(A better picture and description is available here. )

In response to the weekly photo challenge : On the way

याद-ए-अय्याम (Memories of bygone days)

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राह-ए-गुज़र में तन्हाई से अब जाने कब मुलाक़ात होगी, तेरी यादों से परे मेरी दुनिया की जाने कहाँ शुरुआत होगी

इतवार की अलसाई सुबहों में कुछ नये पुराने नगमों के बीच अमूमन बज जाता है वो गाना

जिसकी धुन हम दिलकश शामों में अक्सर गुन गुनाया करते थे

पीर की पहली बस की भीड़ में दिख जाती है, वैसी ही अनाबी चोखाने प्रिंट वाली कमीज़

जिसके दाहिने पॉकेट में हम अपने अरमान छिपाया करते थे

मंगल की शाम मंदिर के दर पर,  पैज़ारों पे जड़ी मिलती हैं, पास के नलके से टपकती पानी की बूँदें

जो तुम्हारी आबज़दा हथेली से उछलकर मुझ पर गिर जाया करती थी

बुध को मेज़ पर फाइलों के ढेर में कहीं, गुमसुम सी पड़ी मिलती है वो नीली कलम

जो कभी हमारे नाम यकजा  काग़ज़ पे उतारा करती थी

जुमेहरात रंग्रेज़ के मखज़ब पर्दों से कुछ ही दूर, दर्ज़ी आज भी अपनी दुकान लगाता है

जहाँ हम घंटों बैठकर रंग बिरंगे ख्वाब सिलाया करते थे

जुम्मे को घर लौट रहे दौड़ते भागते हुजूम में कहीं, अकेला खड़ा मिलता है वो भुट्टे वाला

जिसकी अंगीठी में हम ज़िंदगी के मसले जलाया करते थे

शनीचर की दोपहर टीवी देखते हुए जब आँख लग जाती है, अधखुले रोशनदान से हवा वैसे ही चली आती है

जैसे तुम दबे पाँव आकर,  सिरहाने बैठ जाया करते थे

यूँ मेरे दिन चुन लेते हैं तुम्हे बिखरती यादों से

और फिर तुम्हे भूल जाने की उम्मीद उन्ही यादों में बिखरने लगती है

– कृत्या