Monsoon still sings old Kajris and magical Malhars in these parts of India . . .

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One morning, I left the busy city-roads and took a quiet country road that went meandering through unending green rice fields. The morning was dark and green and mysterious. It was raining and my journey  seemed a journey to another world where everything is beautiful and otherworldly, to a world where there is no pain, no loneliness, to a world unsoiled by the dirty hands of these ugly times.

2014-08-03 10.54.27These trees are dreaming . . . of blossoms and birds and bees and the season when fruits ripen and little children gather to collect them . . .

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