Reflections

Through our village river Pampa is passing. The life of the villagers is related to her in one or another way. Everyone is finding a kind of egoistic pleasure in possessing her. She was also happy and reflected the reverence we the villagers gave her. This is a flash back some ten to fifteen years back. Pampa flowed without any interruptions. During summer season She will reveal her banks with full of golden sands. All the villagers enjoyed on those vast sandy banks. We celebrated many festivals, conventions and circus there. Every Friday evening there will raise a makeshift market selling almost everything. Vegetables, dresses and makeup goods will be the attraction of the women of the village. Men will be happy to roam the market and buying some fishes or meet and then they will take some Country spirits which was also sold secretly and waited, sitting in the sand dunes telling some blunders each other. When their women came back the evening sun will be settling down spreading a burning tint in the horizon. In the evening we, children will be playing football, on her beautiful sandy banks. After that we will find some time for fishing (a time pass, not for eating) and swimming. She had such sweet water flowing from the evergreen forest upstream that we many times drank it. It has some wild taste of freshness, when she flowed through virgin forests she take some essence from those wild unknown herbs…
We all grow healthily, mainly because of Pampa and her vast sandy banks. Thickets, bushy and marshy areas bordered her sand banks. Many unknown fruits and plants invited colorful birds and bees. There was a perfectly independent ecosystem, a miniature of our mother earth, revolving around her. Fishes and birds danced, wind sang and the sun painted in spectral colors. All my beautiful memories of childhood lay there, on the banks of Pampa, Un raped, fresh and wild
(To be continued...)