Aahaa Chennai

The moon drifts afar. White roses mourn; the sun sends  emissaries.

The journey has taken several weeks, interspersed with ups and downs... A sense of wonder coupled with keen interest, some hiccups... the intense heat driving away the butterflies, delay due to tumultuous natural elements, plus a few 'hands on' lessons on the way . A 'one-of-a-kind' journey, with a handful of fragrant fennel seeds.

The deafening sound broke the silence. Something rolled down and landed at my feet. The piece was the work of a very busy artist, holding sway over a pristine blue sky, using  heat-tipped arrows to etch ridges and swirls and singeing rays to affix shades of brown, sending across a message, look upwards... I hold the upper hand. The sun has its say.

They've been looking forward to their release, for days, weeks, months... There's much to be done, large areas to cover... to joyously bounce and roll. Down below... impatience, panic and anger have grown. Up above, imprisoned raindrops are trying hard, to pull away from a force refusing to let  go.

The singer arrived, gazed around at the audience and began a solo performance. The  trilling overhead made the Bougainvilleas flutter wildly. In a faraway high perch, some winged visitors added their contrasting, background notes. The music stopped when the harsh noise of canines on a stroll, struck a jarring note. --------------------- Black Drongo singing - My small, happy world...