the lady from the pond.Been long time friends,have not written on iland...hope all of you are doing well.
And i am writing on my regular topic of women,their beauty,their sensousness,the fragility and the wonder of them being a woman.
I had recently been to kerala and to the beautiful villages there.I happened to stop my car at one of the village there,there was this pond,with lots of stone steps all around,from far i could see this lady,in a  cream colored long skirt and only the blouse,which was black in color,so tight,and this lady was coming out after being in the pond,my goodness she was immensely beautiful,big almond shaped eyes,quite tall and voloptous,as she was stepping out,cascade of water falling from every part of her.
I hurried to the pond with no fear in my heart,and i could see her from a distance of 20 feet,so near yet so far.
The drenched dark hair,her skin radiating in the sunlight,her swan like gait,and she suddenly spotted me,you know,with the green background of trees behind her,her frightened and shy look,she started to climb the steps upward,i just cant forget the scenes and frames i experienced there,how divinely beautiful,when she was climbing the steps,her sway of her backside,how shapely her back side was and after she reached the top,she turned around,she gave a look with those beautiful eyes with black long lashes,which was simply a million dollars.I have always observed that a woman's highlight is her eyes,so dramatic,so mysterious.
Her wet and tight blouse,how supremely beautiful,i am not being vulgar,but she was an work of art.She was worth being painted on a thousand canvasses.Nature can be so creatively beautiful.
The frame became more beautiful,because of those dainty looking pink lotusses in the pond.
Though i didnot have the opportunity of seeing her again,the moments there was ecstatic and electric to say,and will remain green in my memory for ever.
I went nostalgic,though my visit to kerala was only last week,i was wondering,how it would have been a hundred years ago,in the same pond,such beautiful woman would have climbed up and down the same steps.The electric feel wether it was a hundred years ago or now would have been the same i guess.