It’s a day in October. The temperature is chilly to my Indian bones.
And the beauty lies, not just in the lake, which of course could be a subject on its own, but also in the quaint houses and street that line the lake. The patterns in the sky are mesmerizing. Almost, like a painting created by some great hand.
In case you’re wondering about the blurred bit on the left of the image, I shot this from inside a fast-moving bus. But doesn’t fail to capture everything I needed, does it?