Eye to eye

Eye to eye
The leaves of the Champaca glowed fluorescent in a way that left no doubt how much they enjoyed the rains as well as the golden sunlight that streamed right after. I had just looked up and out of the first-floor window, intending to spend a casual moment to appreciate the healing colour and the tenderness of new shoots and buds. One tender shoot moved. My body jerked into action, this was no time for contemplation. I grabbed my camera and ran downstairs. I smiled at whoever I met on the way trying hard not to show my excitement, but rushed