A CANDID CONTRAST
It tired me walking through rough boulders scattered everywhere. I watched my feet moving on a rugged surface. There is nothing else to admire, but the disfigured hills and the barrenness caused by blasting and chopping off the whole mountains to half, for commercial gains. Not long ago they were pristine, green and silent. Today I found them disfigured, rocky and trembled to ear-piercing giant machines banging the rocks to pieces.
I rode a few minutes away from the ungodly terrain; as if to soothe my frayed moods I bumped into green paddy fields stretched dancing before me as far as my eye could reach. It’s green everywhere rocking in the golden evening sunshine falling on its hairy leaves and glumes. I felt I was pushed into a dreamlike sequence in a nature’s theatre.
In a spread of two hours, I was treated on one hand how cruelly nature was battered and treated by a man, and on the other, the resilience and the welcoming spirit of good-natured mother earth could be when tended kindly.