How the monsoon breeze blows Into this empty room! Bereft of the person, It’s just memories that blow Into my mind. The laughter, the tears, the hopes, the love… The past echoes In this cleared, and cleaned room As it awaits another shell To be brought in, and then sent On its way to rejoin the elements… The soul has already merged into eternity.
Aravind, Sharmila, Raji, Tarachand and I went to Ragihalli
Bithi Agrawal, seen here with one of her school’s buses
Today K1’s doll-or-friend-or-whatever, Lottie, did some gymnastics. She was, apparently, the last competitor.
Another day, another picture of the Oriental Dwarf Kingfisher from one of the organized Shoot-the-Kingfisher tours with hundreds of likes. One of these tours has a rule that “members shall not move from the position assigned to them when shooting the kingfisher” ..or words to that effect. Charges are several thousand rupees from point X, which seems to be about 2 miles away from the bird’s home.(You have to get to, and from, point X at your own cost.) Each “Oh Dee Kay Eff” photo must cost lakhs, if you add the cost of the equipment. But, ofkose, all those likes are worth it!….Bird photography tourism at its best.