The genial white sunlight is filtering through the green leaves. Its 11 in the morning and the sparrows are enjoying their feast.
Sitting in my bedroom, I can observe them through my window. Now, they are circling above the pottery bowl.
I have placed crumbled pieces of a loaf and some millet seeds outside. The feeling of their ecstasy is quite evident in their movement. For, they are jumping and hopping from one branch to another.
The weather is pleasant and the furious sun is looking soft-hearted today. Perhaps, the rainfall in the past days had done its job in calming the sun.
Right at this moment, the sweet notes of chitter and chatter of sparrows are audible to me.
While, transforming my feelings into words, I’m thinking that how blessed I am to see all these colors in my life.
This reminds me of the earthquake tragedy in Nepal. The other day, I was watching some videos on BBC. The rubbles of building and the tears of a mother who lost her nine-day-old child made me realize the worth of “life”.
Dear friends, I’m thankful to Allah Almighty for all His blessings and I’m grateful to Him for all these hues in my life.