Flamingos

There are birds you watch, and then there are birds that simply take over the landscape. Flamingos belong to the latter. A whole lake turns into a moving canvas when they arrive, painting the horizon in shades of pink, white, and blush. Their synchronized steps feel like a ballet, their long reflections like brushstrokes of an artist who never gets tired of repetition.
For Umang and me, every sighting felt like witnessing a moving meditation — elegant, abundant, and eternal.