The Nature Calls

Artist: Unknown

In the lost spheres of life, just find some time to feel the wind, and smile at the sky. The world is so new, every time seen by you; the brightness prevails wherever touched by Aten. In every drop that falls, there’s an ocean’s call. In every flower that blooms, there’s a painter's room. The birds that chirp, the squirrels that flip, the streams that flow, and the flies that glow on the crimson petals and the sappy sepals, a tapestry is weaved like a treasure concealed.

- Anshul Singh

(B.A. Program, 1st year)

(Edited by Tushita and Pallavi

Art curated by Pallavi)