Home Actress Lisa Ray Instagram Photos and Posts – July 2019 Lisa Ray Instagram - The river is famous to the fish. The loud voice is famous to silence, which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so. The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds watching him from the birdhouse. The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek. The idea you carry close to your bosom is famous to your bosom. The boot is famous to the earth, more famous than the dress shoe, which is famous only to floors. The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it and not at all famous to the one who is pictured. I want to be famous to shuffling men who smile while crossing streets, sticky children in grocery lines, famous as the one who smiled back. I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular, but because it never forgot what it could do. - Naomi Shihab Nye Image @rohitingoa

Lisa Ray Instagram – The river is famous to the fish. The loud voice is famous to silence, which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so. The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds watching him from the birdhouse. The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek. The idea you carry close to your bosom is famous to your bosom. The boot is famous to the earth, more famous than the dress shoe, which is famous only to floors. The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it and not at all famous to the one who is pictured. I want to be famous to shuffling men who smile while crossing streets, sticky children in grocery lines, famous as the one who smiled back. I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular, but because it never forgot what it could do. – Naomi Shihab Nye Image @rohitingoa

Lisa Ray Instagram - The river is famous to the fish. The loud voice is famous to silence, which knew it would inherit the earth before anybody said so. The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds watching him from the birdhouse. The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek. The idea you carry close to your bosom is famous to your bosom. The boot is famous to the earth, more famous than the dress shoe, which is famous only to floors. The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it and not at all famous to the one who is pictured. I want to be famous to shuffling men who smile while crossing streets, sticky children in grocery lines, famous as the one who smiled back. I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular, but because it never forgot what it could do. - Naomi Shihab Nye Image @rohitingoa

Lisa Ray Instagram – The river is famous to the fish.

The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.
The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.
The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.
The idea you carry close to your bosom
is famous to your bosom.
The boot is famous to the earth,
more famous than the dress shoe,
which is famous only to floors.

The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it
and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.
I want to be famous to shuffling men
who smile while crossing streets,
sticky children in grocery lines,
famous as the one who smiled back.

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do. – Naomi Shihab Nye

Image @rohitingoa | Posted on 30/Jul/2019 08:02:35

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Repost from @ghoshuvo using @RepostRegramApp – Success! The long-awaited tome by @lisaraniray has arrived from India. Not much beats a coffee, a kardemummabulle, and reading the words of my dear didi Lisa-Misa. With every page I get teary, sweaty, my heart beats faster. This is soulful memory, a flow of words I’ve long awaited, knowing very clearly for nearly a decade (!! Can you believe it Lisa, 2009?!) that these stories, in some way, were bound to come. “The sky did not crack. It was clear and blue. I blinked at a single fluffy cloud and located myself in the moment.” SO MUCH BHALOBASHA didi. This story resonates & pulls one in, refuses to let go, and can’t be dismissed as trivial souvenirs of an eventful life. It is stirring and meaningful.

I’m deeply moved. I remember many of these things you write about; I’m touched to have played a little role in your saga, and I’m honoured to know you; but mostly, I am very thankful to have you, oceans away, as part of my life. Andreea and I send you love, shanti, & salutations. And hugs. Many hugs. 💗 to you, Jason & the Soufflé

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