{"id":1391,"date":"2021-03-03T05:00:10","date_gmt":"2021-03-03T05:00:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bombayduckmag.com\/bdmag\/?p=1391"},"modified":"2021-03-09T18:20:30","modified_gmt":"2021-03-09T18:20:30","slug":"celebration-of-love-tumpa-mukherjee","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bombayduckmag.com\/bdmag\/celebration-of-love-tumpa-mukherjee\/","title":{"rendered":"Celebration of Love <br\/> Tumpa Mukherjee"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"572\" height=\"720\" src=\"https:\/\/bombayduckmag.com\/bdmag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Tumpa.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1407\" srcset=\"https:\/\/bombayduckmag.com\/bdmag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Tumpa.jpg 572w, https:\/\/bombayduckmag.com\/bdmag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Tumpa-238x300.jpg 238w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 572px) 100vw, 572px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>I open my eyes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The rays of sunshine kiss the locks of my forehead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Chirping of birds welcomes the day which is<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>spent in a sylvan environment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My toes get wet by rolling sea waves<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>touching the shores\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>crushing all the mundane desires in me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The pinkish sunsets in the horizon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The green gold fallen tree leaves<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>weaves a carpet where I lie down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In the lap of Nature, I turn the white pages<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>to express my wild thought with the ink of experience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At night the canvas of the blue sky is flooded with twinkling stars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The silver moon appears like a diamond illuminating the darkness around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A gentle breeze soothes my wild mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In the wildness of Nature<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In the eerie silence of the night<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I gaze at the Almighty&#8217;s greatest gift \u2013Nature.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The boundless joy and happiness it creates in me\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I celebrate the infinite ethereal Love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I open my eyes. The rays of sunshine kiss the locks of my forehead. Chirping of birds welcomes the day which is spent in a sylvan environment. My toes get wet by rolling sea waves touching the shores\u2026 crushing all the mundane desires in me. The pinkish sunsets in the horizon. The green gold fallen&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[13],"tags":[55,88],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bombayduckmag.com\/bdmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1391"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bombayduckmag.com\/bdmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bombayduckmag.com\/bdmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bombayduckmag.com\/bdmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bombayduckmag.com\/bdmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1391"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/bombayduckmag.com\/bdmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1391\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1408,"href":"https:\/\/bombayduckmag.com\/bdmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1391\/revisions\/1408"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bombayduckmag.com\/bdmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1391"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bombayduckmag.com\/bdmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1391"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bombayduckmag.com\/bdmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1391"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}