It is just not a waterbody, moreover it seems to me that it belongs to a vivacious
life which touches all the living or non-living things around it. I am talking about
Lake Victoria. During my African days, it became my intimate and truehearted
friend. I went to it with a lonesome and doleful mind, but it has never disheartened
me. I returned to my home with hope and dreams, with courage and energy, with
patience and perseverance. It is not explicable how it influenced me a lot, how
it strengthened me when I was almost fragile. It provided a smile with serenity
on my gloomy face. It helped me to forget my sorrows, my sufferings and even my shortcomings. It shows how exquisite and dear the life is! Each time I met it and instead it gave me a rebirth! I passed hours after hours at the resonant shore of it. I felt its solemnity, its silence, its endurance. I felt its heart-beats, its naivety, and its affection for me, for all! It makes a mark forever in my heart. My existence owes much to this ravishing lake!
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