Autumn is synonymous with a riot of beautiful colours in my part of the world. It brings along, what Keats called the “mellow fruitfulness” in Nature. The clear blue skies bring in a slight nip in the air and the cloudless azure skies augur the festive season with plenty of celebrations and a feeling of oneness with Nature as we slowly approach winter.
Typically, around this time, the monsoon rains begin to recede from the rest of India, although the South always receives some rainfall. Autumn usually lasts from October to November. But, unbeknownst to us, the rain gods were set to unleash their wrath this year. We had torrential rains everywhere, all across the length and the breadth of the country. There was deluge as far as the eye could see and even beyond, in nearly every city, with streets being water-logged and commuters caught ever so often in the downpour. Conversations these days are replete with the details of weather forecasts, as the rains now come to rule our lives in a much more portent way than ever before, reminding us how minuscule and powerless we are before its’ mighty force.
The city I live in—Bangalore, came to its knees, due to incessant and very heavy downpours, over the past three weeks. On an average, the better half was spending almost four to five hours on the daily commute, having to drive across flooded streets and paving way through traffic snarls, that has only been getting worse. The teen always gripes about the school bus taking hours on the road, and so the month went, despite the festivals that came and went, as it does every year this time. Life went by, at its own pace, and I fought my big and small battles through it all, struggling, succeeding, giving in and losing and regaining my confidence, through the ups and the downs that continue to come and go.
These are the days when Nature comes to one’s rescue. I’ve been a spectator, and as I’m prone to do often, have been quietly capturing sky shots through my mundane and busy moments. Here are a few shots that I’m sharing this week. One good thing has been the glow of the setting sun lighting up the evening sky even when overcast.
Getting back into my writing groove has not been easy after the break but, here I come, anyway. Meanwhile, I do hope you enjoy the weekend and as the Indian festival of lights—Diwali, draws near, I wish everyone a very happy and joyous time, as we celebrate the victory of light over darkness, good over evil, knowledge over ignorance, and hope over despair. What’s more important is —Let’s pledge to keep it eco-friendly and cracker-free, folks!
Happy weekend to you all and hope to see you soon!