Nostalgia

Nostalgia can grip me anytime I choose to recollect my days spent in the heavenly abode called an Eye-Lake !
Yeah it is a natural lake which looks like an eye.Eye of a godess, eye of an angel,eye of a maiden,eye of glory,eye of the beauty that was.There can be so many synonyms this beautiful city.
I have spent more than my life there.It is a treasure cove of memories both beautiful and ugly.In all context Nainital has helped me be what I am.

Its snow laden pine trees,the sprawling grounds,serpentine roads,all lead one to my hearth.
I am always overwhelmed when I catch a first glimpse of the mountain ranges while climbing my way up the rustic environs of uttaranchal plains.

It has always been my only hideout from the worldy chaos and struggle.
I have felt stronger everytime I have emerged from the intoxicating realms of Nainital .

I have always feared the worst everytime the water of the lake has changed its color to a dirty brown.They say that there is a goddess down there who changes the color of the water whenever she wants a human sacrifice;
and what a sacrifice it must be.There have been extremely sad tales of sadness and demise whenever the waters change colors.

It is blessed in some way or the other.For good or bad,God's abode is my home !