Burnt earth calls for bright colours

There is nothing left to the texture of Indian earth - it is parched and pulverized. Its particles find us at every corner and outlet. A thin film of dust covers everything and it is of no consequence how diligent you or others are at cleaning - dust is the outright winner of this season. The reason I write about it is because I have never lived in a country where the conditions are SO harsh and so punishing and yet and yet ...

This is the season for Flame trees. (Flamboyants )These eternal trees of spring and joy in Africa which brightened so much of our life when we lived in that continent and whose origins are from Madagascar.Here they are blossoming now all over the city but we often have to lift our eyes way above our normal horizon of lines of traffic or autorickshaws to get any view of them.They are resplendant and glorious. In India they are known as the Gulmohar. In West Bengal  and Bangladesh they are called Krishnachura.



And then on my daily early morning walk with beloved pooch who is also feeling the heat there are these.