BACK TO ROOTS

The huzz buzz of crowded market places with mob of people thronging the streets the honking sound of the innumerable horns turning us restless as we move out into the streets, there seems to be no sunrise and sunset neon lamps glowing throughout the day day and night cast the same image making it mundane and boring…

We long for a feast to the eyes with the rising of the radiant Sun and a pleasant closing with the dusk, cows returning to their cowshed tinkling of the bells heard even as they get out of sight.

The gurgling rivers and streams spreading a never ending glee seem to be saying, “Go on forever.”

The paddy fields nodding their heads with the cool gentle breeze they seem to be tossing their heads to the gentle breeze and the melodious notes of the cow herd on his flute.

The jingling anklets of the rustic women pouring nectar into our ears their rhythmic movement is mesmerizing the toddlers and kids with their cheerful faces seem to welcome us with their embracing hands giving us a heavenly feel on this lovely planet this enchanting beauty of the village of ours leaves us speechless and dumbstruck Inner mind seems to murmur “Eternal bliss is in being back to roots.”

Written By- Sujatha Sairam, (Chennai).