Cocktail Hour

 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.