Pink mangoes adorning a tree;
A wide-eyed cat in a cat backpack —
no, two of them, heaving past on their humans’ backs;
Small white petals reaching out like little cups
Gnarly roots clinging to soil on a raised bank
Spiky shrubs I hadn’t noticed before
Dark blue-grey heavy clouds framing the view,
the sun shining at them and
casting a warm glow on everything else.
Pink unknown flower wanting a kiss
Hibiscus, also pink, with nary a blemish, dancing in the breeze
A cheery elderly lady calls another lady with her back facing me, “Hi Amma,”
(technically, Mom in Tamil)
and the lady calls back, “Hi Aunty,”
I am very confused.
Birds hiding in the trees singing gaily
While the breeze compensates with a cool, lilting touch
Big pipes opening into the green, murky water
I wonder what goes through there
A man lifts a net-like contraption from the lake and replaces its bait
The heron isn’t at its usual spot
Where has it been?
But its home the little brook hurries along noisily
Carrying the rain from the night before
Hardly a ferocious bark
to spoil the walk with trepidation
A dark bird flits in a tree —
ah, it’s only a kohl
The magpies are chatty today, but shy —
didn’t see any
Three sets of leg lifts at the exercise zone
Some light stretching
Some brisk walking
The rest was walking in wonder
All in all, a luxurious stroll.
reflections 