Back in school, i’d read a short story by an Indian writer, in our text book. I don’t remember the author, or its title. The story went something like this. The author, living in London, is once asked by an English woman about India. Over the course of their conversations, its revealed that the girl’s brother was a soldier buried here. She hands over some hard earned money to the author and asks him to buy some flowers and place it on her brother’s grave. To this, the author does not have the heart to tell her that “we do not need to buy flowers in India. They flower everywhere’.
This part stuck me, because in the suburbs i grew up, there were no such thing as wildly growing flowers. In the cities i studied, it was the same case.
Cut to 2009. I realized the story was true when I went to Coorg earlier this year. Flowers grew so merrily, and wasps and bees were so enjoying them, that we could not cross the road without bumping into each other.
Himachal Pradesh was no different 🙂
I converted my digital photos into these Polaroids using this software. Do check it out. Its really cool. Btw, i have no idea about these flowers’ names. Please share if you know their names.
This is green grass