The Long And Winding Road

I was away again. To be with my parents. My father's health took a
turn for the worse and we, my brother and I, took the long route home.
Long, because we were fraught with worry and the road during the rainy
season is at its worst.

But nature was at its best! In whatever season I'm on this route, I always
feel that it's the best season. The green was refreshing and the jungle
was in a blooming frenzy. Although we stopped at only a few places to
stretch our limbs, every point had either blooms or beautiful insects.
The flora and fauna of North Cachar Hills, our district, is rich and
fascinating.








From the road a view of the river Diyung, the longest river in the
district.







Crepe ginger in the wild.







From the red bracts you can tell that it's been blooming for
some time.






A butterfly on the roadside. I've never photographed this one before.
It's the Rustic butterfly.







The bridge of sighs (of relief). When we get this far, our destination
is near!






Below are some grasshoppers I photographed.















Many kinds of wild grass were in bloom. This is the shortest variety
and against the green backdrop they looked really pretty. The vine
looks like the Grape-leaf wood rose, a variety of Ipomoea.


My family can only pray that my father's suffering doesn't get worse.
Age and illness can be a near-fatal combination.I'll be blogging at
my usual pace now but I might soon have to go back.And if there's
silence from my side, you'll understand.