Paulvatevarala Gaon By Asha Bage

An empty vessel at the river bank, birds flying over the silent waters. The afternoon shadows are cast upon. A cooling breeze starts flowing. May be it will rain. This village was still there in her mind, somewhere deep inside. She is aware of the fact that after all these years, the village which is still lingering in her minds will not be found as it was left. Now the water has settled down. But there are always time when the water loses its calmness, leaves its boundaries, starts running hither and tither. Then the water does not recognize anything. It forgets its lifesaving qualities. It takes a form of catastrophe. Then arrives the doomsday. The catastrophe engulfs everything. It dominates the minds forgetting the wishes and reluctance of a human nature.