FROM THE RIVER FRONT

The grip of the summer with its blowing hot winds has driven the whole city to stay indoors. It has been more than a month, fearing the singeing sting of roasting weather; I too have opted it’s not safe to step out carrying the camera backpack.

But the pull to go out and walk along the familiar waterfront –  surely a cooling saviour during these dry spells – the river Krishna, has become overpowering. I figured, why can’t I take a quick run, and zoom on the cool ripples and surrounding fauna and rush back before the dribbling sweat drenches my body.

I drove into a secluded place upstream of the river where I settled on a patch of bushes under a shady tree hanging over like a canopy as if saluting the spate and rush of the mighty river. 

I sat, adjusting a few wet stones, made myself comfortable facing the shoreline. For the next two hours, exposed to early morning sun’s warmth, I relaxed at the place, and let the camera go to zoom and choose the subject. Firmly grasped in my hand the shutter delightfully snapped whatever flowed before its lens.  The blue ripples, the golden reflections, far-away hills, the trees, the swirling rush, a boatman, a lonely woman washing clothes.