There was a time; a time in this lifetime, when I would doze off listening to the sound of the afternoon drizzle or when I would wonder about listening to the still voice of the rain-forest ..........there was a time, sometime back in the not so distant past that I would walk a path overgrown with grass and I would be drenched in the morning dew.


Now I can only remember this like a dream that keeps plaguing my mind - the peace that was an integral part of this time also seems to have faded .........now as I walk the concrete jungle which is my abode, I am doused in this obscene heat, like seas of hatred and torment - thrashing on all sides -I keep imagining that when nature would have groaned in anger for a time, it will explode in a show stopping rage and humanity as we know it will be no more. Let's take care of our environment; not as an act of benevolence but as an atonement with it for our existence.