Farewell to summer.
[Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi]
The magic is gone. It’s no longer the same thing. The flowers look pale, many are almost sickly white. To tell the truth, most of these Amaltas trees no longer look like Amaltas.
This afternoon The Delhi Walla is again walking under the Amaltas trees of Amrita Shergil Marg. I’d come here a few weeks ago with a poet when the summer heat was at its peak. Then the avenue dazzled with the bright yellow of Amaltas flowers. It was that time of the year when the tree is in bloom and parts of the city are lit up with the golden glow of its flowers.
But now the best days are over. There is a shift in season. The summer is ending. The monsoon is near. It rained last evening.
O you poor Amaltas trees, you are no longer as beautiful. Soon, nobody will take the trouble to come to this avenue for your sake. No passerby will notice you. You are to be forgotten.
2. (Amaltas on Amrita Shergil Marg a few weeks ago)