546hrs , Waiting for the cue
@ bank of Prakrama Samudraya
I am here.
For the sun rise . To take the perfect capture .
They are waking up . thousands of bird calls fill the space , as if they are waiting for the cue to fly to the stage I am trying to gather the lilt of this moment.
0551hrs, The Show
Still at the bank of Prakrama Samudraya
Then it suddenly happens.
Out of the grey, the golden streaks spread across the gloomy backdrop.
Rips in the somber drape covering the heavens .
I think of the girl yesterday at Gal viharaya , covering the rip in her worn out frock with her bag.
Before you know, it is day.
I thought sunrise is an affair that takes much longer.
0620hrs , The mirrored lake
Walking along the banks
They offer to take me in their boat, I refuse.
His silhouette form is prominent in the glistening water . The water looks an far spread mirror, reflecting the trees and the ever present pitch black Seru .
0637hrs, The urge to jump in
Walking along the canal now
The water is gushing in the many canals that take the flloding water from Prakkarama Samuddraya. The rain gods have been generous this season. Water looks refreshingly cold , the two banks are lush green.
I should have brought a towel and a change of clothes .
0648hrs, If you ignore it it will go away
Near a GNT (Gaanu nana Thana – Where women bath)
The blue kinghfisher is unfazed by my presence , but the folk bathing nereby are a bit uneasy by the man with a camera in his hand.
If you ignore it , it will go away
0650hrs, The Perfect Picture
near the 2nd makeshift bridge
The deep green, the clear water and the make shift bridge, The colour scheme gets disturbed by the white uniforms crossing .
Yet it fits in somehow.
0710hrs ,What do little ones know
past the 2nd makeshift bridge
The uniforms are blueish white. I assume because of the washing blue used to whiten them.
A small basket of flowers in their hands , presume it is for the “mal pooja” in the morning .
The Akka blushes away , but the nangi is full of smiles .
What do small ones know.