STUMPS AND STALKS
Walking up the twisted narrow road, leading to the Kondapalli hill, on one side it’s a steep valley rolling down and on the other was the rocky slope of the hills made of disorderly stacked rocks, and an assortment of stones most of them in weathered brownish tinge. I scan the rocks closely that have sprawled in crooked shapes yet I notice a pattern how they hug themselves together, deep cracks separating the rhythm of their packed closeness. Curious it may seem, sprouting around them, out from the cracks I notice a surreal ecosystem, delicate soft textures, and patterns doodling before my eyes. It reveals a joy of new floral life –grass, tender shoots, and creepers protruding out from the chaotic rocks, and the fallen trunks and the green foliage protecting the wreckage like a blanket.
I let my eyes enjoy the ambiance, the fluttering of leaves, the gentle breeze whistling around, and the soft roar of motorbikes having the fun of the romantic souls hurrying up the road. I settle in cool unhurriedness camera steady in my hand looking at the obscure existence of plant life.
I couldn’t have asked for a better friendly day, to click the togetherness between the living joy among the plants and the embedded beauty of the rocks and the magic whiff passing in between and my camera didn’t waste a minute to filter the flashes of reality and amazement.