About the trunk illusory perspective

Dissolved as all things blended into one:

The road, the buildings, people, signs and poles

Unfolded from within yet kept their outlines

This happens only in India!

The two black dots - they're buffaloes. 

He stops his walk

He stands there

He thinks, he dreads

He bows his head

He walks.

The solitary reaper

So many people there are in our country, na.

(Experimenting with vivid colours)