A blade of grass.

The sky was blocked by various shades of green. And the air was cooled deliciously by the jade green spread ,artfully like a huge Japanese fan.Within the blades of lush green grass the gurgle of water bubbling from untended faucet , reminiscent of the companionable sound of springs dancing and chuckling over pebbles and stones in a deep and strange forest ,could be distinctly heard by me and it was as companionable as those distant streams, amidst the cacophony of sounds in this park ,in urban jungle .

Four years earlier I couldn't bear to see life dance gaily even in the tiniest and smallest of creations. I hated that blade of grass, a measly thing , lowest in scale of creation , enjoying so shamelessly its life and displaying it by swaying salaciously ,with every fibre of my being!

With a start I realise that I am allowing and am willing to be comforted by mother earth !

I have again started to appreciate the rich green colour of that blade of grass and am participating in its lively dance.It also sends warning bells peal within me .It is going to be difficult to leave when the time comes.

Oh! The trap laid by this sensory world is relentless in its pursuit.It waits with the patience of a vulture and then quietly closes in .