COLORS ON WATER CANVAS
A week of asthmatic bouts saw me strapped to the bed, weak from sapping of my energy levels low, a condition caused by heavy efforts I have to apply for normal breathing. The sickness I believe is the body’s way of screaming, ‘Give me the rest I deserve.’
After, a ten-day pause I wearily attempted to drive out to my Sunday sortie. Behind the wheels, surveying my dipping stamina, I felt how I long I could go about in the wilderness this time. Not to break the year-long tradition of weekly outing with my camera I decided, ‘let me spend a few snaps this warm morning.’
My idea was to explore the farthest banks of river Krishna. Once reached, neither the sandy banks nor the waters appealed any worthiness to aim and shoot. I reversed, disappointed that I have made no plan B.
As I crossed a small culvert, amazingly, a long snake-like canal presented itself hiding behind a thick screen of overgrown trees and bushes. The whole camouflage, within which the canal was sliding, suspended in eerie silence except the tune of a flowing stream lent a romantic aura which I never came upon before in our city’s suburbs.
I sat on one of its cemented bunds to amaze myself to capture the twinkling interplay by glassy waters and tiny ripples playing with the reflections. You could see they are romantically intriguing.