Observing the picture closely, a small story propped into my mind.
A lady had been working in the fields, since there was no one to look after her child,named Sonu ,who was five years of age, accompanied her to the fields. She would work the whole day and evening they would go back home together. One day as the dusk approached, the shadows of the trees and bushes were long and curved and the treesbarren.
He was very thirsty and his mother went to fetch water.Sonu looked here and there, silence all over, suddenly see the trees and branches he saw different shapes of shadows and one looked a bit scary. He could see something like a monster ,he screamed.His mother came hearing his shout.what happened! She asked. He showed the scary figure of the shadow".The monster is entering the tent. " He said, his mother laughed. This is a shadow of a branches swaying She held his hand and went away.
Since I could picturise something in the background. I framed this little story.
