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Cot My Eye

Aanvee Sareen

    I sit down on the wooden bench behind me.
    I brush my thighs against its hard but smooth surface. I look at the scenery in front of me as far as my eyes can see. Enormous, but whose shape vocabulary can only try to describe clouds gently brush against the hilltops as though politely greeting them. They are white and magnificent and a wave of calmness appears in me gently numbing my body.
    The lad appears holding a cup of coffee. The cup reflects the colour of the draining clouds. The coffee – a soft light brown.
    It warms my hands. Its caramelised smell waters my mouth. I try to focus my eyes on the mountains close to me covered with shrubs, trees, saplings and grass.
A lush emerald.
    The mountains complete the portrait. They tend to overwhelm the picture. Not an animal, not a car, not a handful of soil can be seen beyond.
    The birds around me chirp energetically, egging me on. Some are more melodious than the others; some more loud. I can’t see them yet I feel their complete presence.
    I narrow my eyes to a village far away. The huts seem to be at stasis for hundreds of years. Old and new, blue or white; tall or small. It is a sprawling village and has nestled itself in the lap of a singular mountain. I take a deep breath as I take in my surroundings. To think this world of nature exists alongside with the huge metropolitan dump on earth is a wonder.

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