the last monsoon waterfall

monsoon wrap

Little Yellow Flowers

I like to call them 'nameless little yellows'. Don't tell me the flowers have a name and spoil it for me. Let it be mysterious and unknown in name, and sighted and viewed in that constant enigma. 

September, In the Hills

Unseasonal rains have extended the wet spell deep into September this year, coinciding with winter's snail-paced arrival in the hills. 

observatory, clouds, feline slumber

 

rain running (June 2011)

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.) 



downpour

suddenly,
from cloud valley,
a spray of arrows

The beggar and the rain

RAINCLOUD CLOUDDREAM

( Click the image for large size view )

CELEBRATING THE MONSOON
The monsoon arrived and made itself comfortable in our dying city of Pune, India.
Forget the flooded roads and clogged drains. A tar road can't absorb water while a mud road can. Nature keeps it simple.
Further proof that humans need to do nothing or little for helping nature. Idleness is important in such delicate matters. If only we were that wise...