Fresh!

I chided myself for taking the wrong street on my way back home , as the sun had risen quite high and its rays would be direct and intense in the street i had in my preoccupied state ,taken without debating beforehand the consequences of a walk down the sparsely tree lined street in this summer heat.

I was too tired to make a detour and sauntered onto the street that is defined by the left and right ,having their regional HQ's side by side. Incongruous but commotion less neighbours.

I was glad that I didn't head away to the other.The sight that greeted me made me miss my camera . So many beautiful sights pass by in life without it being clicked and stored and shared . This was one such. A photo can convey more than ,all my vocabulary can.

Though sparse in tree cover ,the street does not lack in trees. As I cut the corner the sun rays lit up the red flowers covering the branches of the gulmohar tree arched winsomely , into red lanterns , with magenta bougainvillea flowers at the background adding further to the splash of colours.

Under this magical setting came walking ,young school girls dressed in lehenga, half sari and jackets ,in all harmonious shades of pink. Their faces fresh and innocent , with gentle smiles hovering,their movements languidly graceful ,walking in an unhurried manner ,yet in a good pace. The rhythm of youth !

They were followed by small kids in red shorts and skirts , faces that exuded the freshness of early morning breeze ,were however downcast with the typical Monday morning blues!

The fragrance of some highly scented flower growing within a nearby compound wafted by and a koel cooed softly above signing in its presence in that youthful serenade, begging for recognition!

An piece of life , played out in that corner , the sight,smell and sound of which is sure to lift the most dampened spirits of a mortal .As it did,of mine.

A wonderful contrast to seeing only blase faces with grimaces , bulges and burps , the part of life that I actually and unfortunately belong to.