I often have wondered why the same road or locality looks different every time I take a stroll. The subtle changes my mind registers most unmindfully may be merely my figments of imagination, but I do find them different depending on my moods and time of visit. I love walking. And, that too, alone. Sometimes, the busy street of my city provides me immense pleasure as I just walk through the thoroughfare. I see faces, unknown, with different expression etched on them while some of them look impassive. I love watching the few green trees that still have survived the smoke of the city providing dollops of freshness in the overall greyish pattern.
The verdant patches on the road-dividers change themselves with the seasons with almost none to appreciate their beauty. However, I couldn’t help myself but be appreciative to the bejewelled leaves with lustrous water droplets on them during the monsoons. The same bushes look emaciated in the summer. During this time of the year, in winter, they are fragile; with an aching beauty of their own. I clicked photos of those delicate, fading beauties because their charm enhances when I see through the lens.
Quizzical faces of pedestrians hit me. I can clearly read what’s written there! “Oh! What a klutz! Lady, have you lost your mind? Clicking pictures of the dry leaves?”
I can write a dissertation on my predilection for the tiniest, most negligible beauties of Mother Nature, but, I just smile meekly at those faces and continue walking …….my own journey, without a beginning or a destination.