It was a period of a hot and dry midsummer and the villagers were out to fetch water from the distant wells so as to manage the drought.
The evening with the emerging clouds and the sun behind in the shades of pale red are reminiscent of a tremendous monsoon ...I am grateful to my village and the fading colors of my teenage...and moreover to my watercolors that were spread around my paper quite like that tree spreading the branches across my field of landscape as depicted in the picture..!!
