Of Monsoons and Coconut trees

Its getting stronger by the year, the monsoons. The winds were so powerful this year that it was almost cyclonic. Many of the large trees along Park Avenue that were an oasis during the scorching summer heat, simply toppled across the street this year. Its pouring so hard, i feel like a seed thats rotting, never to get my chance to see the light of day! Well, i've run out of canvas, and i cant get myself to go through the rains all the way to get them. Saju, my friend who now lives in Cambodia, came home yday and told me how much she misses the monsoons, the wet coconut leaves, the damp terracotta tiles, the mud roads, and the verdant aura about the place. Everyone says "Ah, nothing like the monsoons in Kerala". But it is true, the frames of nature just after a shower are truly awesome.She wants me to gift her a painting that will remind her of Kerala. But i have to wait till i can buy canvas, thts till Monday, but am working on the sketch. Hope to post it here when done. These are again from the Emerald Collection. The first, i called it nothing but 'Monsoon'.And am very happy it now rests in the home of a wonderful Swedish lady who bought it as a token of her stay in Kerala for a few years.

Monsoon
A frame that remains etched in the mind of anyone taking a train or bus journey through the suburbs or villages in Kerala.
Oil on canvas-18"x24" (Sold)

On the Way
Oil on canvas-16"x20" (Sold)



Tranquillity
Oil on canvas-18"x24" (Sold)