A Midsummer Day’s Work

A cloud veiled the harsh sun and a breeze abducted the gentle heat radiating from the earth.  Watched on by the swaying trees, fallen leaves rallied around drifting in the slow wind.  No rain hung in the dry air; just a low-pitched swoosh of the wandering zephyr. It was spring elsewhere in India but midsummer…

Not A ‘Dry’ Morning

Optimism hadn’t paid often. And I say if optimism doesn’t pay, try persistence. If persistence doesn’t pay, try change. And if change doesn’t work, just listen to your heart, which you should have done in the first place! So we listened to our hearts and with a sense of guarded enthusiasm, boarded the safari vehicle…