For some reason, this lovely autumnal photo reminds me of my grandmother’s farm in M’lore. While we don’t have apples and a table set in the fields would draw more than raised eyebrows, there is something about the light, the setting and the yellow stalks of corn that make it feel very familiar.
Change the trees to a swaying palm (or a banana plant or betel-nut grove laden with fruit), add a picnic blanket with crisp banana chips, sweet appams or those crumbly Mangalore chaklis fresh from the local bakery, and you have the makings of a lovely late-afternoon tea with birdsong, gurgling water and the whisper of tall trees for company. If you are very lucky, you might even spot a peacock or two. If not, expect a monkey (or five) to come share your chai!