Treasures of an old lake
Global warming is not a theory anymore. The changes have started taking grievous shapes with even the initial statistics are alarming and as a predicted consequence of it, evidential threats now loom over our biodiversity, underground water level, environment, sea level, health, food, and in fact everything that we hold precious to ourselves. Our lives may have become fast enough not to think about our own children’s future but we must think about those who are yet to come. A safe sustainable environment for our next generation must be built into the definitions of our prime responsibility and the little that we do — from saving a toilet paper, to electricity, from using more public transport to planting a tree, will add up to bring a huge difference.
But unless we start thinking that it is not only the glaciers that are melting, but the Earth under our feet which is melting, we can not bring the required sincerity in our efforts, failing which it would be too late for any corrective actions. Just like a small abandoned lake of my town which will soon sleep into history.
I share the story of its life and treasures below….
It’s not a lake anymore. But some years back it used to be. It was filled with the pride of an ocean and had the usefulness of a pot of cold drinking water in summers. For years, the lake had quenched the thirst of stray birds, loosened dogs and venturing cows of my town like our grandparents who greet occasional guests with all the warmth and sweetness that exist in the modern families of today (as if they are writing an epilogue of their prophecy).
And when those animals come, the silence of the water of the lake used to cheerfully move back and forth with life breaking the Sun upon it into a thousand pieces to amuse the guests. The passer by did never noticed it. For them, it was no charm. Kids playing in the community pool do more of that beautifully.
In the morning, the children of my town have had their countless plunges into it for bath from an old rock that stand close to it and the feet of which is cleaned by the lake since it existed. Seldom they would also shout and run spotting a tortoise. And at dusk, when the red sinking Sun routinely showers its golden lights upon its face, the lake offered a peaceful home for retiring winds.
But now, with all the tress being cut surrounding it, those winds too have abandoned it for the high raised balconies of the cities. In fact, the aquatics, the animals, the Sun and the standing rock all have abandoned the lake. And all the playfulness that remains now is only when a few children while returning to their homes form schools throw small pebbles into it and enjoy the sound it makes while the stone settles at its bottom which can be seen wobbling through the muddy glass of its silent gray waters. Children may take a few more days to abandon it completely compared to others who are slow learners then them.
It’s almost dried up now, but for all these years since it existed, it has kept all the stones that were thrown into it and autumn leaves and coins that were fallen into it like a treasure buried in its chest. And I wonder, that perhaps all these treasures will be shown again one day to cheer these kids who all will be a lot grown by then. Some of these kids then may as well remember their own stories. I too have spent many of my evenings with the lake and have witnessed the lake playing with all his friends on a number of occasions. I don’t visit the lake anymore although, I wonder if it still remembers me. But I will definitely visit my old friend one day at his grave, when all the treasures it has kept in the vault for all these years will be open to public, to find my treasure out of them.