>> DR. Chandrakant Shankar Kulkarni
In Saratya Bhadrapad and Ashwin, the slow-sweet mist that melts in the morning is as beautiful as a dream. In Ashwin, you are mesmerized by the lush green fields swaying in the breeze and a wonderful morning. These rainy days are like a poem.
The clear sky shines in the morning in the scorching sun. Chukaar black cloud melts through. The green color has a new consciousness in the bright sun. These days in the rainy season and in Bhadrapad-Ashwin come with butterfly wings. These days, there is a beautiful cobweb in the air. There is a beauty in nature like a glowing peacock.
Ran Ole Chimb Ole
To your smooth body
Lakhs of clothes
In such a wet forest, greenery is like a cloth. A very charming flirt is in the air, in the atmosphere these days. In Ashwin, you are mesmerized by the lush green fields swaying in the breeze and a wonderful cobweb. A beautiful freshness lies on this greenery. When it is raining and there is no light, then all directions are lost in the rain again. If this torrential rain falls here, it is not there! This erratic rain comes suddenly and riots with the green fields. Like a naughty, innocent, naughty boy, these squirrels are like butterflies in the rainy season. Rainy days are the days of butterflies! Beautiful flowers of many colors and shapes are scattered on the grass and fields. Blue, purple, yellow, white, brown… what colors and what adorable shapes! The butterflies flutter around the flowers, glowing in the early morning sun, and it seems that the roots have been fluttering all morning. In the same way, the ewes bee णारे red-breasted, moss-colored wings, yellow-bellied णारे dance in the garden on the flowers. Their voices were alive all morning. In the dark green forest, these butterflies are fluttering and flocking freely. The black bulbul is dancing on the bushes. The yellow bird with its black feathers on its golden feathers whistles so sweetly that the whole forest comes alive. The song of the kind bird is lost; But by singing in the golden morning, they are wandering aimlessly. Satbhai’s squeaky chirping continues. Swarms of myna and salunkhas roam the green fields. The morning was alive with the slow song of these birds. In this rainy season, even the afternoon wool feels dry. This summer has a wonderful glow of greenery all over the world. All the hills are green and bathed in consciousness. Throughout the year, those who are saddened by the arid and sunny appearance of the mountains bathe in the sun in the form of greed and majesty with many shades of green. The wool is lost in the rain and the song of the birds. The beauty of the mountains during this period is very enchanting. These days are very fun to wander in the forest between the Sahyadri ranges. There is a wonderful feeling of bliss in that creation. In Saratya Bhadrapad and Ashwin, the slow-sweet mist that melts in the morning is as beautiful as a dream. From this fog a golden dawn rises and the fog sets; But this beautiful fog of the morning lingers in our minds like a chant. There is a difference between cold fog and rain fog. The fog in Ashwina is light and liquid. In that, a light sir comes and goes. The golden wool touches the consciousness of the trees falling in this mist. Even the dawn of Ashwin and Karthika is as sweet as a flute and as fluid as a butterfly. The intoxicating aroma of rice and grass wafted through the air. These rainy days are like a poem.