Little white fragrant flowers bidding adieu to the setting sun.
‘See you soon!’
Feet firmly on ground,
Striving to reach the sky…
He stands, head held high.
A soothing shade…
Shadows! Mystical and fascinating! Tell much; conceal a lot. Imagination… may be a story. Every shadow has hundred stories to tell…
It’s so difficult to introduce myself! Who am I? An answer… I have been searching for years. Is it so simple to describe oneself? ‘Am one of those who come with a social identity at birth. But, still, over the years I have tried to create an Identity for Myself. It appears, sometimes, that the entire Struggle of Life has been for an Identity. It looks elusive…. even today.
The white papery flower, i found it in an abandoned garden. Anyone knows its Identity?
In dry harsh woodland … blooms a flower. There is still Hope … an invincible Hope … a Hope that rules the world.
Popularly known as Fried Egg tree, this tree is woody and grows up to 10 to 20 mts, with this Milk & Saffron flowers. I personally would have preferred to name it as ‘Saffron in Milk Tree’