Before my surroundings turned into a well-nigh concrete jungle there were times, they would undergo natural metamorphosis in every monsoon. The dry soil would turn into an aquarium for the session until the autumn would have its middle adulthood and house different organism. It was like Chalchiuhtlicue, the Aztec goddess of water, rivers, seas, streams, storms, and baptism, who came to her divine embodiment to grow a prickly pear cactus laden with fruit and patron it.
I had an immense love for this phenomenon. The rear end of our house would fill with accumulated water and I would impulsively stare through the windows to enjoy the scenario all day. The noon-sun would cast its sharp light on the water and it would look spotless. Different life forms, from fishes to snakes, would roam and swim under and on the surface of the water. A pond nearby was their true home. The snakehead fishes would use to swim with their babies, mostly in the afternoons. The babies were all red and would never get out of sight of their parents. It was a wonderful thing to watch. Sometimes I would watch it from the roof and it would look exactly like an aquarium, probably the prettiest one.
Checkered keelbacks were among the common snakes that could be seen in the water. Terrene Animals like dogs and cats would sometimes sit by the water to catch their lunch or dinner as well. But, among them my favourites were apple snails, a descendant of freshwater snail, also called Ampullariidae. I assume, they are called apple snail because their shell looks like an apple. These snails are moderately amphibious and are adapted to tropical regions.
Apple snails have different shell color. They come in brown, albino, yellow and even blue, purple, pink, and jade. The Ones I would use to find were yellow and brown. They would have trunks in the head right in between their eyes. I would always put them in my aquarium. When they would come out of their shell, they would look amazing.
The water level would decrease by almost 40% by the end of September. The Autumn would cast its melancholia upon the water and its inhabitants. It would be the symbol of farewell. All the water and its organisms would slowly disappear and all I could believe in that they would come back once again next year…until they all disappeared forever with Chalchiuhtlicue.