Finding Flora

Gazing through the window at the world outside.

Wondering will Mother Earth survive. 
Hoping that mankind will stop abusing her, sometime. 
I’m just a dreamer, I dream my life away. 
I’m just a dreamer, who dreams of better days.


While This song plays on my ‘too loud’ earphones, I drive around town. Something I rarely do, especially on a Sunday when usually I transform into a sloth, with a large bag of Cream ‘n’ Onion Lays or achari masti Bingo in front of the idiot box, shifting endlessly through the channels and putting myself in the scenario being played out in front of me. It’s no wonder then, that I’m a bit of a drama queen, a bit is all I will agree to. 
Today, felt different. My room curtains had gone for a wash (sorry for the intimate details but you and I, have been together for 3 years now *insert drama queen tag here*) and I woke up to the smell of the wet mud and the sight of raindrops on my windowpane. Not a day for fried food and fatasmic laziness I thought. So off I went, for a serene drive in the city. 

Shorts and shirt by, Wedges by, Socks: streetshopping, Neckpieces by forever21 and
On my face: Maybelline hyper liner, The body shop tea tree BB cream (in love with this one), Lakme 9to5 lipstick in Nude.
Hair by Rajni


I consider myself very lucky to be living in a city, a city which has the buildings and showrooms and clubs sure, but has some of it’s trees and greenery in tact too. I grew up amidst nature, in small hill stations where the fruit was eaten right off the branches of a tree, where snakes and scorpions were regular guests and where our idea of fun was to go for a trek into the valley or play tag in the rain. Where we would wave to each other from across the hill and ride home on bicycles with the sun setting in front of us. We grew up taking flora as a given, like it was our birth right and inheritance and now when it’s  fast vanishing, I can’t help but feel a little saddened. Just like in the movies, Dreamer by Ozzy Osbourne plays to give some feel to my scene. 

A few weeks back, we were shooting at Tamarind tree and I fell in love with the place even before I shot there. At a friend’s wedding, it played the perfect backdrop and made me feel like I ought to be in love or go find some dingy dark place to be at. It makes sense then to put up this post here, with my love for that place and the greenery, Tamarind tree has a good share of it. Enjoy the post, the weather and the gift of nature. Seriously, stop devastating it, pissing on or around it, spitting away your guts on the barks, plucking the flowers out (guilty of buying bouquets), buying one car for each day of the week, ill-treating animals, you need the damn gift of nature more than it needs you. That’s why it’s called a gift and we’re not. 

Photography by Sindhur Reddy

Take A Bow 

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