ROMANCE IN THE AIR
As I trekked along the path leading to the hills which I have visited several times, a curious waft of aroma from the rain-washed foliage creeping all over greeted me. The hills ahead stood like sentinels blushing as if got painted in riotous greenish hues.
The path itself is like a ribbon lined on either side by bushes of trimmed plants waving freely in the morning breeze bright in the sunlight in various tints of green, yellows and browns.
Ignoring the soaring hills providing the cool shelter and a fresh breeze I noticed like a magic hundreds of butterflies come down swimming in the air alighting softly on the flowers, on tendrils, leaves; hopping, fluttering and floating from one place to another.
The fragile butterflies swaying in the morning breeze was quite a sight to enjoy, but no way was I fast enough to click around to find them stable and static in one place. They are born to fly in the air, unlike the scenic hills, glamorously spread trees. I quickly have to muster enormous patience and quick reflexes to engage the fluttering wings and delicate colors in an aesthetic frame in a cute background. However, my patience has its dividends; I could capture the playful dances in their silent romantic leisure.