It was a tad bit crazy weekend with birthday parties and play dates, meeting a dear friend who is moving away, weekly grocery and other mundane stuff. It was, on the other hand gorgeous, weather wise. While it was good to run around without feeling burdened by the puffer jackets and fuzzy hats it was also another example of the effects of climate change- you don’t just get a 66 degree Fahrenheit in January that followed a biting 12 degree.
Anyways, on our way back from a birthday party, I clicked these from a moving car. They are not of a great quality but as I was scrolling through my phone album to look for at least one good shot, I thought these looked more like paintings than photos and felt like sharing. It was a warm day and the cloud cover added to that feeling of painting probably. I somehow like clicking while being in the passenger seat…scenes that pass by from a moving vehicle have always fascinated me. Right from the days of traveling by train when undulating hills and green fields with little straw and mud huts strewn across would be a staple sight, I have loved looking at the life that passes by. Little children waving at the sight of a train, stopped bicycles and rickshaws at the railroad crossings, little hamlets with their tea stalls and shops, kids flying kites were all familiar sights as I looked out of the window, with the wind in my hair during our annual train rides from Kolkata (Calcutta) to our family home in Jamshedpur (a city about 150miles away). No camera in hand, those scenes are somehow etched in my mind, rumblings of childhood when all innocence was not lost.
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