Life is a mixture of undaunting happiness and magnamous sorrow….
The perfect blend of these two adds spice to life…
The spicy life is the best cuisine that we can ever taste and its taste will remain unaltered through generations…
My life is also going on in its own pace and I am just rushing with it to be on time…
May be this rushing is costing me a little too much….it is stealing away from me my leisure time…
The moments of pleasure of beholding the facets of life…the privilege of inhaling the soft smell of the breeze after a heavy shower….
The softness of the breeze that kisses my cheeks….
The soft touch of the naked raindrops on my lips……
The sweet chirping of the birds…..
The nodding of the leaflets which has just budded from its deep slumber….
The ripe rain clad guava that hangs from the branch a little away from the window of my rain….
All these things hail my soul…….the surging waves of wind when touches me I feel myself in seventh heaven…
I want to enjoy the dancing of the white clouds in the sky….
The soft ripples of the water in the pot-holes on the road….
The call of the rain clad sparrows’ dripping wetness …seems to pity me for my rush…..
The sunshine on my window pane…the melancholic call of the hungry cat….makes me feel lost amidst my hastiness…..
The reflection of sunlight from the rain drenched grass blade elicits me…..
When the pollen grains clad flowers droop down I miss my love who is several miles away from me….
I am also running …to be on time…..
Sanhita
6th July, 2007
