When I open my eyes in the morning, I see a picture of a
beautiful dawn. The wind coming in sways my cobalt curtains and the dream
catcher chimes. Holding my mug of coffee, I await the pleasure of seeing the mesmerizing
sights from my window. While opening the window, the light creak of the wooden
pane alerts my dog. I sit down on the comfortable sofa, and simply observe the
passersby.
While I enjoy my bowl of cereal, I see women with bags of jute
hurrying off to the market, little girls plucking daisies and kids chasing
after the bubbles they blow. A group of introverts jogging, wearing
earphones. A bevy of elderly women,
having their tête-a-tête under a canopy shaped dome. The fragrance of the
resplendent flowers united with the aroma of mint plants rejuvenate my soul.
Looking across the garden, the hustle-bustle of the road add a new aspect to
the view. I can almost smell the delicacies being cooked by the vendors while the
motor vehicles move at a quiet pace. The people greet each other and move
forward. While the cars stop, men and women come towards the car and showcase
their variety of wares. Some have garlands while the other have pretty cloth
bags.
The sound of the environment is a mix of honking and the
laughter of children in my building. The smoke coming out of the far away
factory, spoils the look of the light blue sky and the whole picture. A Koel bird
sits on the edge of my window pane and keeps cooing while my dog is fascinated
to see a bird that close. A stray dog across the street has finally found a good
place under a tree to rest.
As I observe almost every little thing, it is time for me to
get on with the rest of my day. I leave the window ajar, sit on my study table
and begin with the History lesson.
The next morning is still far away.
