MYRIAD COLOURS OF LIFE

  T here are so many of them spread over the lawn. Looking from a distance it would appear to be a blanket of yellow in beautiful motifs. Sometimes I would go to pick up some of those and put them in my bun. I move with cautious steps least they might get smashed under my feet. Then the rains came. And the next morning they are gone. My heart cried seeing them wither away. I thought I lost them for eternity. With the bright sun peeping through the blue clouds, as I got ready for my classes I was delighted to see them back in bloom.

The well-maintained lawn in my institute Regional Institute of Education, Bhubaneswar is very close to my heart. The tamarind tree which had lost half of its branches in the extremely severe cyclonic storm Fani that ravaged many parts of Odisha in the year 2019, has been my company ever since I joined the institute. Early in the morning, I would walk all the way to sit on the bench under the tamarind tree. Often do I see the suspicious eyes of the gardener following my trails. Little did he know how much I love flowers. Sometimes I enjoy the butterflies fluttering amidst the sunflowers. At other two Graphium Agamenon would dance in the breeze. Sometimes I get to hear the buzzing sound of the honey bees humming around. At other a little one would run all the way from Demonstration Multipurpose School to meet me. Ruskin Bond my favorite writer from the Hills writes                                    ...