Will it be a white one?
Or purple?
Can’t be blue.
Yellow, may be?
Let’s wait and see, said she.
So we waited.
Finally, one summer day
The orchid bloomed.
a mixed bag of events, food, people, streetlife and travel.
Of late I am posting photographs of flowers… A desire to create the Spring that still traipse just outside the threshold of courtyard, occasionally peeping in; waiting for the lingering Winter that would not want to leave for some reason.