ENCHANTING LADY

I often meet a LADY, if we can compare a ground to a beautiful lady; yes a lady! It’s a big wide ground with helipads in its centre. She is covered by the nature’s greenery whom I meet on my way to school.

Early in the morning she looks gloomy covered with snow. Dew drops stick to her green silk, like shinining crystals when suns calm rays falls on it. Puppies and dogs have a grand sleep in her laps reminding us not to disturb them. During rainy days, the completely water filled is made as a lake by children. Actually the place was a lake, converted to a ground. My dear CHIRA. Even now surveys are done there. When the dark sky showers rain on her I feel sad remembering her past. Even have I felt her grievances.

The red hot sun makes her skin dry and parches appears on her body. At evening all boys and elder ones staying near the ground meet to play in her. I too wished if I were a boy feeling her serenity.


A few months back my Lady ground was affected by cricket fever and now she is suffering from football pneumonia. When the sun makes the sky its red canvas, under the shades of trees, making a ravishing relation with breeze, people sit, chat, watch and listen to the lady ground’s cheerful sound when children have fun on her.

I have heard her heart beating when I crossed her. Was that lub dub asking me to stay near her for ever?

When the world cover itself with a black blanket, and the clock ticks twelve, glowing eyes enters from the nearby small forests. Foxes howl from the ground in sadness; without seeing their old lake there; till the sun awakes all! Their howling echoes in the nearby ‘PANCHARAKKUNNU’ and regenerate as frightening sound.

This is the ‘Lady’ I often sees. I LOVE TO BE CLOSE TO HER, NOT TO BE SEPERATED, TILL THE LAST BREATH GO AWAY FROM ME.