Penned for English Literature assignment at St Joseph’s College, Bengaluru
I built my hut near the lakelet, on the hillock,with long fir trees, overlooking the pristine moving waters. I gaze at the unwinding path, listening to the busy conversations of chirping birds. The glistering water, the blue sky, the green meadows And the occasional cloud spreading its uneven shadows on the land and water, creating images in my mind. The wind and the butterflies that come by the breeze. The rare cyclist zooming down the turns, and struggling to conquer the climbs, flinging a friendly grin my way. The lone farmer tilling the land, and the fisher women getting her catch. This is the place where both the nature and books have conversation with me.