


August evening—
the earth was rain-soaked,
and the sky ablaze.
~ Meeta Ahluwalia





A gardener relishes the bloom, and with the same spirit accepts the bareness that comes with winter. It was time to let go, like the trees, to rejuvenate and prepare for a fresh spring ahead. The withered leaf had given away, and life was turning a new one.
Meeta Ahluwalia


