Pinwheels! How can one forget the joy of playing with that
colourful magic in motion? I still am fascinated by them just like a child!
Holding them in your hand and get immersed with its dervish movement with utter
wonderment is a gift not many of us continue to have once we grow up! The joy
of holding a pinwheel in your hand and run frantically watching its constantly
changing colourful patterns, creating amazing abstract is one of the few joys
money can't buy!
Spotted a pinwheel seller at Kala Ghoda, on
my way back home and couldn't help clicking this picture. There is something
about those beautiful colours, geometry and fluid motion created by the wind
that brings smile on one's face even after a really crazy day!
Pinwheels! Colours of childhood!
