An unknown path

The Indian almond tree stood strong in a corner. Hues of amber, ocher, and green stuck on it. The presence of wind was felt in the journey of each of those leaves. The swinging of leaves to and fro was worth a watch. The gush of winter blew them away into paths they never thought of. Some lay on the road, a few others drove away on the moving cars, while several others were picked up by the rag-picker to form his plate, and the remaining bid goodbye to their mates.

A pop it 

pop up 

of rainbow 

a game ...

ups and downs 

keeps us sane