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On lake shore

Today I went to Kukkarahalli lake alone. I was very much disturbed and wanted to avoid familiar people. I sat on a stone bench facing the lake. The view was breathtaking with birds flying home in 'V' shapes. There were many trees full of migratory birds which was itself a treat to the eyes. I forgot all my sorrows and loneliness in the cool wind and sweet nature.

There were many evening walkers on the lake bund. Why are they all in such a hurry? Why walk so briskly? To decrease your body's fat content? Or just because your doctor tells you so? I don't know. Maybe both. But I did not see anyone turning their heads to enjoy the scenic beauty of the dark clouds, flying visitors or the dark green trees dotted with red and yellow flowers. Out of the hundreds of people who walked in front of me, only two girls enjoyed it all, including the rapidly vanishing sun and its faint light on a part of the lake water. Maybe others were afraid they would waver from their path if they get distracted by nature. I just couldn't get answer to one thing. Where were they hurrying to? To the end of road or life? We are in so much of a hurry to run, towards living and dying, consequently towards not truly living and not truly wanting to die. Guess I am getting carried away with my unbridled thoughts.

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