The famous Ulsoor lake. The view from the spot on the seed.

When all roads lead home

A tree is a seed is a tree is a seed. Least I can do is be a seed of something nourturing

Mother tree. Stay as you are. I'll come back when I'm old. I miss all the old absences these days. These days since I have been born.

Mother tree, bless us. Here we are

Somewhere in the middle of two roads. Found whike cycling around. Had many mushrooms and decaying wood bark. The only empty plot in the vicinity because of a pending case in Karnataka High court. It said so in bold letters on the corner of the property

A very strange and gated park. But still something.

The grain of a curve that grew out of the earth. Now dead, weathered. Yet we can see an impression of its life. - seed 1