It was later that afternoon, we decided to reroute.
A small patch off changanacherry to cut out the town traffic.
In no time, I learnt I am present amidst a small village scene.
Nestled with wild grass and low flying cranes, I clutched myself to find a picturesque shot. In that steady movement of my viewfinder against the native scented scape,
It found itself still since the blue bird panned in.
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