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01 Apr

 - Ronnie Fernandes – When in Std VI

On monsoon days I get great pleasure looking out of my window gazing at the beautiful scenes. I imagine the window a frame, and the exquisite scene, Nature's painting. The sea seems foaming with rage while it relentlessly batters the monster rocks. The light-house (which is striped) looks like a convict imprisoned in the sea. The sea-gulls seem to be quite con¬tent with skimming the water in search of fish while others are having a sea-full conference on a boulder jutting out of the sea. Now and then a sailing boat glides smoothly on the sea's surface. I turn to the other side where there is a contrast - I see a noisy street; and buses, tearing along, disappear into the avenue of trees. Now and then, "amphi¬bious ducks" rumble along into the military area, and streamlined cars whizz by. Another glimpse is the spire of the Af¬ghan Church nosing out of the cluster of trees, and among the trees are birds chirping cheerily. towards evening there comes a change - the sun peeps out of the cloud and streaks it with silver. Soon beauty reach¬es its peak - sunset. The sun is now sinking into its bed - the western hori¬zon, and before it does, the picture, with its various beautiful colors merging in¬to one another, remains an unforgettable sight. Soon it grows dark and I fall asleep and in my dream I recollect all the beau¬tiful sights.