Subhas Chandra Pattanayak
It was July 16, this year. Monsoon was in adolescence. Its eager embrace was melting the summer into intermittent showers. Sky was lusciously dressed in clouds. The road was lonely. I was coming back to Bhubaneswar from Rourkela. Time was noon.
And on the roadside, in that enticing solitude, I had seen someone whom all these months I have tried to describe, but have never got the words to say what exactly it was.
Was it me in my amazement spread from the road to the horizon?
Was it just a feeling of becoming one with eternality in enormity of nature?
After around four months, this leafless loveliness captured in my iPhone reminds me of that lovely moment.
Orissa is always so beautiful.