The summers are quite hot here. When I first checked into this resort where all the pathways are strung together by the beads of coconut trees into green warps of twisted and tangled mess, which opened up into different channels leading to different cottages, I relapsed my jubilant conscience. On my way to the room, the brown tiled path with tiles neatly sloping on each other gave way to a rugged cement tiled path, then to a lawn with round marble plates perched up at regular intervals. I pulled my luggage on wheels on smooth paths, other times; I simply had to lift them up. The arduous task of lifting the luggage would have been painful if not for the smooth paths interconnecting the painful ones. One such path ran over a small pool with fishes in it. I paused for a while on the bridge over the pool which stretched equally on both the sides. It was a fairly small pond, so I began by counting the number of fishes.
While I was counting the black fishes with long tails that convulsively swam from one side to the other side of the pool. Sometimes, a fish would trick me into believing that it would crossover to the other side, but underneath the bridge, he changed the direction and swam back to the same side. These fishes had relatively small fins but long bodies that jerked from the head to the tail as the fish gives itself an impetus to swim. The wave of impetus flows from head to the tail and in the process, the fish twists its upper body as if to push the energy and whip it into the lazy tail.
There was a red fish with a smaller body that did not share similar swimming philosophy. It swam with a fairly indifferent attitude, not as awe inspiring as its cousins sharing the same pool space. Water in the pool was viscous, but ironically the red fish leaving streaks of swimming pattern made the pale brown viscous fluid in the pool look majestic, for it added beauty to the pool. The fish were nonchalantly swimming, but I had to move on.
My room had a fairly large bathroom and a balcony overlooking two water bodies flowing in parallel. The nature’s most precious liquid dumped into these river channels, presently being dragged perhaps by a force upstream. Even the wind acknowledged the intensity of beauty that prevailed in the atmosphere. The wind was thick with humidity, and the river reflected the tall structures along its way raised above on the other side, while I watched from this side of the world.
I stood there amazed at the degree of embellishment the river does to a fairly indecent structure from the other side.
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