Cities are concrete, dust and confined spaces. They are crowds, noise and haste.
Yet I manage sometimes to find little pieces of quiet, of beauty. Let me share some with you.
One day, the cab carrying me to work stopped within an army cantonment area. I looked out of the window to see this lane leading away, and was much tempted to follow.
Taken from the same cab, at the same time.
And this, a view from the opposite window.
A couple of kilometres before my office, right in the so-called "IT city", this laden bullock cart trudged along. I wish I had captured a better picture.
Most weekday mornings, I stand here to catch my bus. The tree above is one that shelters me from the sun, while I stand and stare at passing strangers and at the flowers on the opposite side of the street.
And because I love gulmohars, here is one. They remind me of Assam, of the rows of flaming trees on either side of the highway, of a large tree that I passed on my way to school each morning. We call them krishnasura.
Here's another, lending color to the drab surroundings.