The colours in the sky were shuffling so fast that evening, right after a good rain, that I called it ‘fleeting’. (Haridwar, Uttarakhand)
I have never seen a sunset as yellowish as this one. Reporting right from a moving train; fleeting.
I was close to the Dhauladhars that day, as our tiny car bumped across the villages on Himachal towards Dharmasala, the mini Tibet. This sight, with a bird flying alongside, was indeed fleeting.
After a wonderful day with one hour of paragliding and driving across Himachal Pradesh, this one was clicked in a semi-awake state. That too, from a fairly fast going car. The beauty of the horizon in this one has been haunting me since then. Ahh…
While these birds were returning home, the Ganga had fleeting reflections of them all.
And of course, fleeting were these clouds as I stood atop a hill and eyed the next pit stop.