The sun set on the western skies. For a few fleeting moments it played a peek a boo through the spiky branches of an acacia tree which had innumerable resinous pods, nature’s way of propagation of a species. A crow flew past , on the way home.
In a few weeks, with the monsoons, the Baya will go through the courtship ritual of weaving their annual abodes to attract the fairer gender to come and nest to procreate. An intricate dance of intimacy. Nature is a great dynamic cycle of life, death and rebirth. Life carries on regardless…
ला-महदूद: असीम, without any limits/boundaries