It's the weather!!

Nature is immortal, that's one of the thing I grew up listening and believing. Indeed ... that is how it is but is that line enough to escape from our ruthless behavior towards nature. This place below is Delhi Noida Delhi flyover. Some people live under this bridge connecting Noida to Delhi and vice versa. This river is Yamuna which is the longest tributary in India. The DEATH is in making... this line has been shouting out loud inside me since a very long time and I have a lot to say about it. Though I sometimes feel like I am running out of the needed words damn.. words. It hurts that the boat is speaking up a reality about this world we live in also the birds are complementing this scene where boat is stuck and birds are flying away high and higher with the time passing by. The boat in which we are living, we are dreaming to become like birds and escape but why on earth we cannot think of becoming an example for them to let them dream of becoming like us one day .. (hope it is making sense and you are doing fine till now).

we are not curing our surroundings and expecting it to take care of ourselves. Folks you can buy anything for money but not nature so is that the reason why you are carefree about ruining it. The reason which gives you immense pleasure to let it die in vain. Actually in the picture there were some people who were enjoying their ride on black beauty and inhaling the toxic with enthusiasm. I felt pity no... that the day when we will see the fabricated nature in museums and exhibitions. We are already witnessing this but currently we are doing it for fun and for our muse. I am afraid to see it turning into a history. okay.... no more pessimism coming your way. But I really cannot help this, I want to lie down in the green field and watch the sky with floating clouds and birds. with little breeze touching my hair and skin and the sun kissing me ... Delhi is freezing really bad we had extreme hot summers this year and now witnessing extreme winters now. I miss the sun kiss and the bright lovely day. (here we go again, I got carried away).

This desaturated image which my brain picked up and me feel like diving into it. There was silence only that wind in my hair made me  feel alive at that particular point though I was in front of the death of my beloved nature. I stood there in disguise recalling that moment even now.