Overgrown

Omnipresent change

Sunday Flower

"The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing" – Socrates

Medow and hill

We walk across the lush green grass, eyes on the blue mountains.
The hills we must cross, to drench into the far away rains.
The clouds have come down and beckon us into their fold,
Onto the distant mountain stronghold...

Path and tree

Ride

Ride into the rain – Ride.
Across the windy plain – Ride.
Through winding lanes and slanting hills – Ride.
Ride into the fading rain... Ride!

One early morning

Will it rain again?

The clouds gather over the distant hills. The grass is a vibrant green. 

Hill and wood

Trying to work with the watercolours. The aim is to get the monsoon feel...

Sahyadris in the Monsoon

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Slopes

Last day of the year. 2015 took some and gave some. Such is life.

Rainy

When will I roam the yonder hills, free and unbounded?

My mother's hand

I miss you Aai.

Village Market Tree

Village market around a tree. There was industrious activity all around. Sellers pushing their agendas; passer-by's pushing their way through; cacophonous vehicles trying to edge through this mass – animation all around.

Serious Observations of a Funny World

My Mother

My dear mother passed away late on the night of 6th July. All our prayers could not keep her between us...

In prayer

Sometimes you can do nothing but pray...  and wait.