rejuvenation

summer burns out

its butt-end, 
out it goes 
in an ember glow,

grey blankets 

gift wrap the skies, 

the tree flaunts
 its new clothes...  

(The photograph showcases the same tree

in the month of April and May 2011 respectively.) 



ride

always, there was

this elder-brotherly

hand, light,

on the back of the

seat, assuring me 

that gravity

wouldn't

get me yet

 That phantom
 clasp

 still assures me 
on subsequent

rides,  

that there is no reason

to be afraid of 

 new things, 

each experience,

another, first,

bicycle ride...


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At Bhimashankar (undated)


After a false alarm, that one of our friends could see a leopard's spotted skin through his binoculars, that turned out to be a languor on much closer inspection, standing on all fours over a cliff, probably doing a leopard imitation for its chums, we made steady progress through the morning.

Overcast, without the prospect of rain, Wander was the most nimble of the four, making it steadily through this breathtaking route.Below, to the right, a whole forest teemed with jungle sounds, its limited blessed radius not yet intruded by humans...


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A Random March

Cooking, Early Days: A roasted papad meets a gory end

A historic moment: The third whistle of  the pressure cooker signalling cooked rice

The first meal prepared ever by the very hands that type these words down

On the day of Holi, the festival of colours, a tree joins in