The Solitary Reaper

In the year 2013 I went to North-East and stayed at a remote village named as Mawphlang (at Meghalaya). That was a chilly night and at early morning our team wake up to see the morning flavour of the village. After crossing a river I noticed the tree. Drops of Dew are waiting to fall from it’s branches. At that moment the morning Sun suddenly wake up crossing a hill, the first light was just kissed the dews. The deep blue sky, the golden Sun, the greeny Khasi hill, all were being reflected in each drop as if welcoming the Winter, taken the snap to capture the drama of mother nature.