When the hot rays of the sun began advancing north, leaping out of the fixed order of seasons, the south sent a sweet-smelling wind out of it’s mouth like a lover’s sigh of pain
At once the asoka trees put out flowers and leaves budding straight from the trunk not waiting to bloom when a lovely woman’s foot with her tinkling anklets touches it. Kumarsambhava, Kalidasa.
An early start to spring., perhaps due to a mild winter. This year the asoka trees around our place are already in full bloom. Pic 1: Detail from Mathura salabhanjika, Pic 2: my pic.














