I wait for that time of the year when the skies turn scarlet in Bangalore
and the ground turns into red sea during evenings filled with golden yellow light.
Here above is a drop from that scarlet ocean
and the picture below, an attempt at capturing its beauty in a drawing.
My grandmother's house had a red Gulmohar tree growing beside a jewel green moss covered well. Every year during that time I visited for school holidays, it would burst into red bloom.
So many years later I tried to capture the beauty of that memory in a painting.
I am glad these trees are still around.