It was yet another of those really hot sultry days, as I visited my aunt in Mandaveli, a very noisy crowded locale in Chennai. Succumbing to the unrelenting heat they dozed off. Old fashioned was the house, with its huge doorways, high roofs, large halls and most importantly a front porch with actual plants (not the decorative plastic excuses that people use). As I sat there chatting up my sister in law, a whiff of breeze blew across my face, carrying with it the sent of wet earth. It is an experience i can never quite do justice to, it feels like going back home, a familiarity a sort of joyous kinship with the earth, we Madrasis hold ever so dear. then it poured after playing taunt for a while, it finally poured and oh the relief, almost as if I was born again, with the land, the grass seemed greener, the wood darker, and as i sat at the steps outside the house staring at the brown bark, blue skies, and all things in between, my head buzzed with ecstatic joy and I began shooting... I had discovered an oasis of virgin land in the midst of a mayhem of blaring horns, racing bikes and concrete monstrosities.
|love the twirls..!|
|it was like the leaf got goose bumps|
|The ant wouldn't let me photograph it.. kept running away!|
Sitting there looking at the lemon tree all i could remember was the song "Lemon Tree" by savage garden.
|Rain drops....! :)|
|i love this snap...!|
|the omnipresent Mint!|
|a exotic looking chiku ....|
|i do not know why but I love this snap.. its soo fresh|
|i don't remember the last time i saw this.......|
Looks exotic doesn't it