Change ....

Nature has its own ways of letting us know that it is changing its course.

Monsoons have retrieved ,rainy clouds have  bid us good bye . 

The sky is pristine blue and a gentle cool breeze begins to blow .

  Autumn brings with it loads of festivities . 

Air reverberates with chanting of mantras .

This is another pleasant season 

when we bid farewell to the rains and are all ready to welcome chill.

Celebrating the season and the festivities which have begun ....

Pops of color 

Flowers in yellow with some pinka cushions 

 Hues of yellow on the walls .

Marigold flowers ,

loads of sweets and cheer around .

Evening lamps lit after sunset .

Getting all prepped up for the festivities in the coming week .

Will be back soon with some more clicks ...

An ode to Monsoon .....

Finally ,it did rain .
Each weather has its own beauty .
And when it rains I kind off get shutter happy .

Drops suspended from a slender green branch ...
Will they fall ?
''They look like bright trembling pearls ,
just kept from falling .
Seem to just fall away .''

Random thoughts ....

Some random thoughts 

to some random clicks .

Just sitting ,lazing 

Some rain on the windowpane ...
Some bright sunshine ...
Wondering ,wandering and pondering

Soaked and drenched in my thoughts .
Yep, I am in that kind off a mood .
Will be back soon with some clicks of mine .

Nostalgia just hit me ....

I generally like to spend my my summer holidays in the hills .The aim is to seek something ....something that I can't find in the bustling cities .
 One morning took a pullover for the slight nip in the air and laced my walking shoes . The forest was quiet ,except for the rustling of leaves on which I stepped .Walked down the slope not realizing that I was getting deeper into the forest .Huffed and puffed through the tangled bushes and trees  .The silence of the forest was broken by the gurgling sound of water and came across a clearing .And there it was a small stream descending from the rocks .
I sat there for hours watching the drops of water falling from the rock and of course the birds would stop by quench their thirst and bid adieu .Soon, I had to return . But even now as i write I hear the sound of water falling drop by drop .....not from the rocks but from my window .

Craving to get back to hills ....smell of the wild flowers,  whistles of the thrush at the break of dawn and the gurgling sound of the stream .

The hills were alive and welcoming ,but we headed in a totally different direction .Forts ,palaces and architectural marvels.... the pink city  .As we drove past through narrow lanes spotted the craftsmen doing block printing ,children running around , ladies peeping from the jarokhas  .From far I could spot honey colored fort rambling all over the rugged landscape .

Amer fort 

Dilapidated house en route to the fort .

A city of victory ,

myths and legends 

 of hilltop forts and glorious palaces .

A city of  bright burning colors

 and 

bargain filled bazars .

Will catch you guys later with some more pictures of the pink city .

The sun is setting ......

 Far away I see  the horizon and the sun  getting swallowed .Gradually the light fades . The day and night cycle continues once again .

''Within the circle of our lives we dance the circle of the years ,
the circles of seasons within the circle of the years ....
And then we turn aside ,alone ,out of the sunlight gone into the darker circles of return .''

I was just gazing at the sun which was very reluctantly setting ....and then as it sank it glowed a luminous red .