No stir in the air no stir in the jungle , but as lush as it should be.
The rain last night has cooled down the heated atmosphere a bit, with beautiful spectrums of light dawning the night sky and has even given a fresh hue of green to the dry tanned jungle.
It is now noon, people are locked down in their respective homes due to the troubleshooting microbe Corona. The phones are buzzing and the broadband connectivity is soaring to great feats as people have now resorted to the trend known as work from home.
One might wonder what the younger generation is doing at this hour. Well what else would they be doing other than keeping a couple of checks, on the number of likes received on social media. But among this group there are a few who are glued in finishing a pile of selective books, perhaps learning to cook some of mom's or even dad's signature recipes. Some who are proud owners of musical instruments are even trying their hand to work up on some fresh tunes or even find a nearly perfect melody.
With all the quadruped polluting resources nestled in their garages the air is in its purest form. The jungle life is now bustling with chirping of unique species of aves ,the usual cawing of peacocks as the non-tarred road is free from the hassles of life. Wisps of cotton from the silk cotton tree sail about in the air.
The sky is adorned with a combination of pure white and foxy grey clouds. There is immense peace and if one gazes the sky ,all the sorrows and pains that is clasped in onself is sure to float away.
The balmy breeze outside is the "Pied Piper of Hamelin" who has hypnotised all the leaves among the branches to dance to its melody. The fauna seems to be enjoying the cool tranquility. The cuckoo bird and the cricket seem to be elevating the atmosphere with their melody.
Well even I prefer to be anonymous, allowing my eyes to feast the beauty of enthralling nature.
