With sun-splashed glittering mornings and moon-washed sleepless nights, autumn has begun its first beautiful cycle, “Kwaanr”. As I strolled in my garden last night after dinner, I saw my old Harsingar shrub laden with tender white buds. I heard its sun-stemmed white buds opening softly to offer their fragrance to the full moon. I post here a photo from the last year of tender Harsingar flowers that seem to have thick silken threads of sun woven into saffron stems that glow:
Blue spotless washed skies where restful eagles soar, wild tree blossoms that rain down with autumn wind if you sit on that bench, and a lazy sun resting on the big leaf-bedding of Saal trees . . . well – this is what autumn is!
Come, hold my hand – I will take you to my room, where Autumn is having its morning tea. It got up a little late today, why? because it loves to ramble on the quiet river banks in the fragrant moonlit hours of the night:
(note: this is the third part of my series of posts on autumn in India. wait for the next part I am working on – I am right now collecting the best paintings and poems i can find on this lovely season.
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