This autumnal landscape in rural Bengal reminds me of Keats's Ode to Autumn. It is time for harvesting. After massive floods and many other difficulties, the year is going to a close with the rich reward of ripe golden corn. As I shot this I smelt a rich fragrance coming from the paddy fields. Does it resemble that which we get in our babyhood at our mother's lap? I cannot remember, but it makes me feel that there will be no hungry child whose father carries these stacks home.