Insignificant me
Subtle sunlight peaked through the lush green mountains as I rocked in the narrow boat floating in the middle of Naini lake. Sunlight highlighted the crests of the gentle waves. The infamous Naini lake was surrounded by hills and had nine corners. The water appeared blue green due to algae. Lockdown had reduced the influx of tourists this year. The level of the water was much greater than last time. There was a strange peace about the place. It was as if there was a sense of commanding presence of the nature surrounding me. The sheer size of the mountains was humbling. If I fell from the unstable boat, the depth of the lake was enough to drown me. If I quietly slip in the water, nothing would happen. Nobody would notice as my oxygen would dissipate and lungs fill with water. Nothing substantial would happen. Nothing. The town had been there for centuries and the lake for more. They had existed before me and they would continue to exist after me....