Yet another morning has broken.....
....the dawn of another new day....
Today I woke up unusually early...6'O clock is not a time which I usually see in my day-to- day life. May be that’s why I felt today's morning extremely beautiful....
…..the light breeze playing naughty games with my ever unkempt hair….
…...the cacophony of a million birds…..
Strangely, I felt my hostel room balcony the best place in the world.
Don’t know why…..I got reminded of a poem which mom used to recite to me when I was a kid.....
"Out of the dust of dreams
Fairies weave their garments.
Out of the purple and rose of old memories
They make rainbow wings.
No wonder we find them such marvelous things!"
Times have changed....so have I. From that naughty kid who could hardly remember the spelling of 'Two" to a post graduate student lost among hard bound volumes screaming concepts of ecological sustainability and rolls of deceptively colored butter sheets scribbled with McHargian Analysis (Phew, God save this world ! ).
Despite the number of years which have faded into the pages of oblivion...I still find myself searching for those good old days...days when ‘tasks’ meant meticulously shooing away the crows from the kitchen yard, ‘music’ meant the clamor of my Xylophone, ‘Discovery’ meant opening mom's wardrobe to fish out a necklace, ‘Best friend’ meant the milk man who cycles down twice a day, ‘Life's greatest challenge’ meant sneaking on to the terrace evading the watchful eyes around….
Don’t know why am I on a nostalgic drive today?
May be somewhere behind those verdant boughs, a fairy must be weaving and singing away to glory
'Out of the purple and rose of old memories…..”