I know that the following snaps have not touched the photographic height, still I feel you would enjoy the beating of life. I have to shoot down my passion with this 2-Mega Pixel camera till I can afford an SLR.
I went out into the roof to arrange the washed-and-cleaned articles of clothing. I had my mobile with me and therefore couldn't prohibit my passion from taking a few snaps. The blinding heat of the sun made my feet play a touch-and-lift game on the sunburnt roof. I had no footwear and therefore I continued to jib wildly.
These beautiful yellow marigolds, the four sisters, get my mother's fond splashes at everyday evening. She applies no manure to the soil and takes no technical care to grow them. The moment she caresses the saplings, they spring into blossoms of life.
Have a look on Catharanthus roseus, the dancing queens in white apron. They seem to be very much annoyed nowadays at the mischievous climbing of the nectar-greedy ants.
My mother's saris - resting with the warmth of peace. Far away are seen the marigolds - diminishing the glory of the melting yellow of the sun.
This bird, who started to flutter toward her nest, seems to have forgotten either the atlas or the flight of flying pilgrims. I framed her flight while she was broadcasting the bulletin of her helplessness.
I won't request you to have a look on the tousled hair of the coconut tree. Rather, I would pull your attention to the life at stake. A kite has been stuck there since 15th August. She not only lost her tropical independence to the coconut branches but also lost her life.