Nature and Me

Amidst the hills, there lays a greeny valley and a river flowing beside where it’s elixir dripping from the elevated peaks of hillocks, kissing the white creamy stones to churn, it into decorous dewy pebbles. The scream of peacocks with ecstasy on the vast fields savouring the punch of tender paddy grains and the parched cattle’s heartily pacing to sip water from the flawless flowing freshet. With an aura of mumbling hymn from the temple, my soul quietly departed to the true self of me that hidden, to the naïve village girl whose blood and spirit devoted to this land of legacy where its charisma can only exist with nature. The metropolitan now ceased its effort to alter the inner me.