… Walking bare feet on the dew-y grass!
… Night was just gone. It was early dawn. The strains of the night had melted as dew drop – clinging to the leaves, flowers, branches and trees. Dewy flowers give very enticing aroma. I just happened to wake up early. Not knowing what to do, I decided to stroll on the grass in my lawn. I left my sleepers to a side.
There was no sun. Stars were winding up – up there in the sky. Wind was chilly as it was hitting the nape of my neck. I could sense the energy that the cold breeze was trying to infuse in me. I continued strolling. … Slowly, I was surrounded by streams of fleeting thoughts so much so, that I forgot the need for any warmth around. My legs were feeling a bit tired initially, later the whole body was overwhelmed by the release of tension inside. Throughout the day, it takes a lot of stress. … Time checks and deadlines, reports and returns, people with problems – sometimes their own, sometimes for the others! This world has changed a lot. I feel I am still a kid watching it change – under go metamorphosis, watching the time pass-by, with a finger between my teeth – bewildered, – in astonishment! How we used to live in our city then – in my childhood – how congested it used to be there! Now I have the vast open sky above and the ground below is part of the valley that I proudly call mine for the time being. How green this valley is! I now hear the noise coming from groups of children – playing football in the near by high school – learning biking on the curvy-curly roads with steep gradients – interrupted by the sound of a motor-vehicle every now and then – zipping by! How beautiful people are here! Many images come to my mind now – images of their laughter, their smile, their folklores, their arts and crafts – how rich is their culture, how limited are their requirements, how contented are they! I feel the tickle below my feet. Birds are chirping their morning songs – cuck – cuck – chippy – chippy – churr – churr! Suddenly I am forced to return to the reality that many of the inhabitants of this place face day in and day out – that of the insurgency! How unrelated this beauty is to the family which has lost their only son in a terror-strike! Had there been not the problem of insurgency, this place would have been a great tourist destination. Sun is coming out now and before it dries the sap out of the dewy grass I have to return to my cottage and get into the daily routine once more.
Oh, what a feeling it was to walk bare foot on the dew-y grass! How soothing it was to feel the pure unadulterated freedom of my soul! How nice it would be to become a child again! World moves in a rotation of routines it seems. We keep craving for the same old picture perfect world! A calming sensation of pure satisfaction! I bet you can’t have a better start of a day!