How clean was my lake, my Kukkanahalli Lake...
Shyamala Aunty's house was very close to the Kukkanahalli Lake. Some beautiful vistas unfolded from the backside of the Lake too, especially views of the sunset. It was not uncommon to see lovers holding hands all along the Lake's grass. This was during my childhood. Birds roosted without a care on the low branches dipping into the placid waters. All this was a part of the languorous life that we Mysoreans typically lived, in our simple world of Brindavan Gardens and the Mysore Palace. But oh! Time passed, the greed of mankind started to eat up the clean air, muddy up the rivers, so how could my Lake be left behind? Last year, during our visit to my dear parents' home, my hubby and I decided to spend the mornings walking around the Kukkanahalli Lake. The water had reduced, silt was choking it, the cormorants, storks and ibises still nested, perhaps sensing that all good things would come to an end? Weep not, Oh lonely bird... Around the lake in the mi