Ketty is set in the western ghats of India.
It is a small town,a few miles down Ooty in Nilgris South India.
I spend a few days out there,every now and then.
My two bedroomed cottage is locked in sylvan surroundings.
I am very fortunate to own such a beautiful property.
It is atop a small hillock.
A tiny rivulet is flowing beside silently.
Down below ,the valley runs deep.
Up above ,the hills raise high.
The sight is spectacular.
The valley is sparsely inhabited.
A few colonial houses with lush green lawns are found in equal distances.
The dangling flower beds ,of roses, dahlias, marigold, chrysanthemum,hexoras, in the sprawling bungalows, present a colourful hue
Perched on a mound ,I gaze through.
My eyes behold a scenario of inexpressible beauty.
Let me share the beatitude with you all.
The grey hills with their big brown trees, aspire to touch the clear blue sky.
The blue water turns a shimmering silver in the sun.
The lush green valley throws out patches of mild green cabbages ,luscious red carrots, strains of fleshy beige coloured potatoes,.and big wholesome white cauliflowers.
The surrounding is quiet ,silent ,except for the munching noise of a few high bred cows grazing in the thick green pastures.
I languish in the bright sun.
The imperial glamour ,the stupendous finery ,the ornate splendour enwrap me.
The enriching panorama renders me mute.
Words are demeaning in such wonderful rhapsody.
Actions are disgusting in such heavenly reverie.
The I in me gets diffused.
The ego is disintegrated.
The spirit is revived,
I disappear
I am decimated.
I feel light.
I take wings and float amidst the black clouds to find an entry into infinity.
Meenas Poems 