Patricia

I met a girl named Patricia many years ago in the festival of joy. She was there leaning against the fence which was there to guard off the ticketless people. We exchanged glances, started a conversation, had some drinks of coconut water. We continued to be friends. She grew up in the lake island of Thanga as a witness to the breathtaking beauty of mother nature. This might be the reason of her beauty and innocence.  Few years down the line, we fell in love. She was my companion for three years , my mate for that long and my love till the earth crumbles. Patricia died last spring in a crossfire in Loktak Pat. I have no one to blame but her. Why she loved nature...