Wildflowers, Harishchandragad


That evening on the high plateau. the playground of those myriad tiny yellow white flowers I lay myself on the undulating grass, amidst a buzz of happy life the white white clouds floating across the blue blue sky. they are just travellers. like me. the stiff breeze coming up the kada hums a serene tune bidding adieu to the golden orb of fire as it slowly sinks into the void lighting up with a magic light all who salute him. the silence speaks to me, speaks about her ... I must have lost myself. For this must be the abode of the Gods. - Abhijit Rao, September 2005