The Rebelle blog

I joined Instagram one fine day in June after deactivating all other social networking platforms. I used to be cynical about Instagram, labelling it as narcissistic people's socialising but after becoming yet another member, I realised there are two sides to everything. Instagram quickly became my favourite virtual hangout for looking at photographic skills of people from around the globe. There's so much quirkiness and lively spirit there. There are some crazy bibliophiles who update such beautifully composed images of their book reads and I am absolutely transfixed by their creative efforts and genius in doing so consistently. One thing that I have learned after being on Instagram is that it runs on dedication of its members. If people weren't so keen on uploading and updating their travel, food, book images, it wouldn't interest cynics like me to actually get up and check what all the hype is all about. I now understand what it is like breaking my own prejudice...

Sometimes I wish I didn't think in words  and that instead for each thought I thought I drew upon an image,  and that I was able to organize each image in a linear way that would be like sort of like reading  and that instead of trying to describe the edges around something  I could just think the color around the edges of the image to be darker,  that the detail on the image could become more or less detailed depending on how much clarity I believe I needed to disclose at the time  For instance, instead of saying love, I could just think watermelon  I could just think of a watermelon cut in half, laying open on a picnic table  The inside would be just as moist as it was pink  I could picture cutting up pieces and giving them out to my friends.  It wouldn't have to be sunny  It wouldn't have to be anything else then just that  It would really simplify my walk home at night,  where every thought ...