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@galadriel255

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Editor. Easily distracted by: Taemin. SHINee. Senna. LoTR. Castiel. Writing. MotoGP. IOMTT. K2. History. KDramas. Fountain pens. Hangul. 🏔🐝🌳🧟‍♀️

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Last Friday, as I sat in KSPO Dome, fanlight flashing, Runaway came on. The lights dimmed and we started singing — because you always sing to Runaway. I got goosebumps. I knew this weekend was going to be the best ever. It has been a week since SHINee World VII E.S.S.A.Y., and there is still a part of me trying to unravel the mass of emotions. The sheer joy of 15,000 Shawols screaming SHINee, laughing, singing, and crying (gosh, we cried), is unmatchable.

Enlistment-era Taemin was my gateway to SHINee and when I saw a video of Jonghyun singing Stranger during SW IV, I knew this group’s music was going to be running through my veins. I knew this obsession was inevitable. Since then, I have been through one group comeback and two solo Taemin comebacks, but I never imagined that I would witness an OT5 comeback.

Because that was E.S.S.A.Y. It was a celebration of 17 years of SHINee, an ode to a wonderful artist and singer. And to hear Jjong’s voice reaching out to us across time and space, to listen to the members celebrate this incredible man, to tell his stories, and to share them with us, was indescribable.

On the last day, Key said that they had started the concert with Jjong’s message, that they wanted to end SW VII with their message to Jjong. And as they sang Our Page, I was so grateful that SHINee had found me.

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@xoalsox taken in KSPO DOME by @galadriel255

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Major missing @xoalsox, after all, there is nothing quite like the church of Taemin.

There is also nothing quite like watching Heaven live, this version a complete opposite of the one he performed in Metamorph.

One of my favourite bits about Taemin's concerts are the stories he tells. When you start paying attention to what he is saying, everything else fades away, ceases to matter.

So, Metamorph was for me, a declaration of independence, a call to arms, a promise of things to come. He left SM (where he had been since he was a preteen) right after and joined a smaller company. There were so many naysayers, there continue to be naysayers. Then came Eternal and the concert, Ephemeral Gaze.

Ephemeral Gaze was a meditation, an exploration. Intimate, personal. It wrapped itself around my heart and became my favourite. It felt like a hug, a homecoming. This was Taemin finally beginning to explore his art.

And this rendition of Heaven, continues to give me goosebumps, even now.

On the face of it, Heaven is a song of desire and lust or solace and comfort - depending on how you listen to it. At Ephemeral Gaze though, with the art, the church bells, and the stairway to heaven, it became something different - of sin and a desire for redemption, of rising but falling, of perdition, the quest for heaven, and, even guilt.

I guess it all depends on how you look at it. That's Taemin for you.
@taemin_bpm @xoalsox taken in Inspire Arena by @galadriel255

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major missing
oh to go back to this moment and relive it again, and again, and again.
Watching @xoalsox is an experience.
Can't wait to see him perform once again
#throwback #throwbackseoul #taemin_guilty #Taemin taken in Inspire Arena by @galadriel255

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3 years ago

Had a friend over early this morning. Hung out at the madhumalti's for a bit. by @galadriel255

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7 days ago

the crows living the neem tree are enjoying the single life, especially where Monday does not exist by @galadriel255

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12 days ago

Moms being moms.
At home in the mango tree by @galadriel255

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13 days ago

Slightly bedraggled. Wet. Yet dignified.

"In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—

            Perched, and sat, and nothing more."

~ The Raven, Edgar Allen Poe by @galadriel255

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a month ago

After the rain.
Sada bahar, Periwinkle by @galadriel255

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a month ago

Finally got to see her in stone, nearly five years after making an entire book on the Goddess.
Chamunda, destroyer of evil, fierce yet beautiful, wearing a mundmala (a necklace of skulls), with matted hair, holding a sword and severed head, sitting on a corpse.
Notice the tress of severed heads behind her.

Isnt she simply stunning? by @galadriel255

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3 months ago

Amma and the Madonna by @galadriel255

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3 months ago

acting all cool-like after frying us with such glee. The Sun i tell you. by @galadriel255

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4 months ago

Dear Nayana, So much has changed, but some things remain the same.
The lillies are out just as they were then. A profusion of pink. Now I have added gardenias and oleanders to the mix. Your favorite jasmines have been going crazy this summer, flowering when we least expect it. My bee garden is flourishing, but I only get yellow bees. Those fat bumblebees are still missing.You would have rolled your eyes, but would have loved sitting in the balcony. The scents are heady.
Mom still watches news nonstop, now with volume blasting. Sometimes she forgets and watches it on mute. You would have approved.
I have five tattoos now. Mom and I argue whether you would have approved. I know you would have hated them, even if one of them is Nanda Devi. The thought makes me chuckle every single time. No rebellion was sweeter than when it was with you. I loved how you let me do that.
Your space at home is slowly disappearing, giving way to the present, but your room still feels like yours. This home still has you. Most days just speed by, going about the business of life. Then there are days when everything slows down. Becomes quiet. The hole feels a bit bigger.
I miss your voice the most then. Asking for an eclair or a bit of coffee, telling me about a book or piece of news or something odd that took your fancy. I miss your sneaky phone calls when you found your stash of toffees running low. And your selfies. I find myself smiling then.
Memories make me smile more now, through this sadness and through this odd-shaped hole. Four years today and I miss you just as much, Nayana. So, so much.
Lots of love, Chitika by @galadriel255

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