I’m not against the forces of nature. They
all have a stipulated time to occur even though they are a bit irregular at
times. But having nothing to worry and tax myself with at the present moment I
have surrendered my mind and soul to be calmed by the pure balmy breeze of the
world outside my window.
For some days I’ve been keenly observing
that the rain clouds seem to go a bit easy on us giving immense amount of
dazzling sun to refill the diminished content of Vitamin D. The golden tinge
seems to adorn the bluest of sky with fluffy white bales of cotton floating
freely in its vast perimeter. Everything around feels so fresh, alive but most
of all it seems so exuberant these
days.
Having being truly mesmerized by the works
of nature enthusiasts such as Ruskin Bond and William Wordsworth has given me
an added boost or you can most aptly say an upper edge to appreciate the
wonders and marvels of the green world by which I’m enwrapped with. Their works
have enabled me to create precise observations which without a doubt is
completely in sync with my stream of consciousness at the spur of the moment.
I’m just a simple and happy soul who other
than marveling the grandeur of nature also has to do occasional tasks to keep
her cozy cone in tip top shape. If you seem to have the urge to pry into my
source of solace its nothing grand and fancy but a small corner sheathed with
glass and metal overlooking a powerhouse of fresh O2 .
As I sit on my easy chair and stretch my
legs a faint streak of sunlight just peers from the cotton bails giving a
soothing warm feeling on my toes. The gale outside seems to admire my curly
locks as it ruffles them all over my face. I don’t seem to bother much but
embrace it with a broad smile across my face.
In cases of days of muddled weathers such
as this there is nothing much an exuberant soul can do. If you want you can
part ways with your earphones for a brief span and intercept nature’s orchestra
starring the call of the peacocks, the bubbly chirrup of different unheard
species of Aves and an awesome closing performance rendered by the buzz of the busy
bees.
I’m a nobody I tell you but if you have
some doubts about my identity, I’ll let them prevail. All you need to do is
condition your mind with the thought of a living eyewitness taking sips from
her morning energizer of lemon juice infused with ginger ale and the perfect
dash of honey who is making rough notes to be then compiled to update a scopia
on the world wide web left to be interpreted by all of humankind.
