The Solitary Reaper
Originally uploaded by Dilip Muralidaran.
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
- William Wordsworth.
This was precisely the words that came to my mind when i saw this. I was driving along the ECR Scenic Beach way today to test some panorama shots. I came upon this lonely stretch filled with beautiful white bungalows ending with a tinge of blue from the sea. I drove towards the blue and i dragged my scooter into the sand and unpacked my gear. and lo… there she was in front of me… a lonely boat. Wrecked, broken, deformed yet full of vigour and beauty. She sits there to be healed by the hands of the fishermen who own her. I felt a sting of sorrow all of a sudden, she seemed someone like me. Lost and forgotten, living the glory in the dream.
Days are not too far ahead when this maiden will sail past the blues ahead to see the golden ray, where the sun goes down the line of the horizon….
So will i be flying away to see the world that i belong….
And BTW this is my First Panorama Shot. Used Autostitch to compose the image and i find it to be quite neat a tool. 
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