A VILLAGE IN THE EAST
One fine day, it began drizzling in the noon and continued until evening. As soon as the rain stopped, I couldn’t resist staying in and went out for a walk. Besides, the coldness in the weather, there was strange warmth too. I was feeling great amidst nature; all the rejuvenated grasses and leaves were chanting the “ classical music of Apollo ” . One could easily get lost in the rhythm of nature. That’s how I had been seeing this new place. Wetlands receive ample of rainfall thus, quenching the thirst of the environment as well as our souls. This place looks ecstatic 1 in the rainy season. Gradually moving ahead being lost in the art of God, I came across a small privately owned pond. Since, it had turned dark early due to rain, I could see two small dark figures moving around the edges of the pond. Residents here usually create such ponds to rear fishes. On moving closer I saw they were two boys hardly some 9-10 years old. They had a wide ne