I crave for warm sun
After a stormy winter
Shine fills heart with glee.
I crave for warm sun
After a stormy winter
Shine fills heart with glee.
The road to success in life is full of suspense, for the misty clouds of darkness and the fear of unknown tend to obscure one’s vision of gleaming sunshine.
This slippery path tests one’s strength and courage. Moreover, man encounters a “series of uncertain events” in his way of life.
His encounter with these uncertain events compels him to resist and despite the might of Divinity, he never ceases to “fight back”.
Pains and sufferings are the most prominent aspect of this immortal life, for the death is an “inevitable fact” and we simply can’t deny this harsh reality.
And, then the closer look of one’s surrounding reveals the very fact that life never waits. It tends to “move on”. Crying over failures and holding onto past pains and resentments will only hold us back.
This is the world of brave and courageous people,this is an ongoing battle and only the man of “strong nerves” tends to survive in the end.
It’s worth noting that life emerges from the debris of death and “warrior of lights” are wise enough to realize this reality of life. So, they kept on moving by believing that there is always a ray of hope at the end of dark tunnel.
This is the world of great oceans and mighty mountains and man is just a speck. And, despite of his fragile nature, he “keeps on fighting”.
In the end, his zeal and passion prove fruitful and despite of all his tiredness, he embraces the success with a “smiling face”.
I have been nominated by afairymind to take part in 3 days, 3 quotes challenge. Thank you afairymind for giving me a chance. This is my favorite quote from les miserable. I was reading an article and I love this picture.
Image Courtesy: dawn.com/news/1186568
This is a picture of a child from Hussaini village Pakistan. It is situated in Hunza valley 145 Km north of Gilgit.
The rules of the challenge are:
1) Thanks the person who nominated you.
2) Post a quote each day for 3 days.
3) Each day nominate 3 new bloggers to take part.
My three nominees are:
That land of kind people is surrounded by misty mountains but despite being covered by foggy clouds, the people in that land are learned and informed.
Once, I got a chance to visit that place. I found that the flowery meadows and the lush green fields covered every inch of that land. The beautiful winding streets were covered with the dense green trees. The leaves of the trees were thick and they formed a canopy which provided passersby with shade against the sweltering heat.
That land is known for its large number of libraries. Walking into one such library, I found the people were absorbed in reading. They were taking notes. There was a silence and only sound audible was that of the scribbling of pen on paper.
There prevailed an atmosphere of peacefulness. Outside the windows, the green leaves were trying to filter the warmth of sunshine and the shimmering rays of a distant sun were coming dancing through the windows.
I looked at the librarian. That old woman with her wrinkled skin was in her late sixties. I walked towards her and asked her about the book of descriptive writing. She looked up and smiled. Adjusting her glasses, she coughed and said, “You’ll find it there on the left side of that shelf.”
I said, “thank you” and moved towards the shelf when I heard her voice. She was saying, “Don’t forget to write something about our land”.
I smiled back. I had no doubt that the woman was wise enough to recognize me as a writer.
So, without the description of their houses, this post would not do justice to those kind people.
The people of that magical land keep their houses neat and clean. They grew a variety of flowers in their gardens. The windows of their bedrooms opened in their gardens. So, in the morning when the sunshine falls on the petals, the sweet fragrance escapes and gently strokes the hair of a sound sleeper.
The softness of their touch is so fascinating that a person wastes no time in leaving his bed.
Dear Reader, the people of that land of mesmerizing beauty took a great care of their neighbors. In the evening, when the sky is blue and the soft breeze is blowing, it’s a ritual that neighbors arrange a get together. So, before the sun could set in completely, the toasty nutty aroma of chocolate cake spreads in their houses and one could see the fairies of mirth and happiness dancing in their backyards.
I remained there for some time and before returning I asked a wizened man how one could find his way to their land.I saw something sparkling in his eyes. He smiled and said, “You only need to have a pure heart to find this land of peace and beauty.”
I returned with the promise of writing about their land. It was a heartfelt experience and this was the story of my visit to that far away land which lies hidden among those misty mountains.
The shimmering rays gently tickled the petals, the red rose stretched and slowly opened its eyes and the gentle sunshine simply passed a smile to that sleepy flower.
That warm gesture was widely welcomed. The scent escaped from the flower and soon the garden became a fragrant paradise.
The sun was rising, the colors were melting and the furrowed clouds were in a hurry to give space to that giant glowing disc.
Standing on the wet grass, I was barefoot. The dawn chorus of birds sounded sweet to my ears.They were large in number. Sitting in the dark green trees, they were twittering. Their voice was full of passion as if they were trying to burst their lungs.
I moved towards a tree and tried to find them. But, my presence startled them. Their fluttering of wings produced a noise and I saw them flying in the air.
I was absorbed in watching them when my father called me and we left for home.
It is more than twenty years now, but that morning walk is fresh in my mind.
Every experience of childhood is priceless. So, I wish that I could go back and from the pure heart of a child I once again want to observe the beauty of sunrise.
The wind blew furiously and soon it started to rain. After a hot day, the cold breeze brought much-needed refreshment and we all became very happy.
I was in a kitchen, making a tea for my family, when I heard a pathetic chirping of a bird. Our flowering shrubs had been home to many birds. So, I got alarmed by that voice and asked my sister to come with me.
What we saw outside was a baby dove huddled against the wind. The poor bird was probably blown away from its nest. The little bird was frightened. We got worried and the whole family gathered outside. Everyone proposed his or her own idea, but my father gently took the bird in his hands and carried him inside.
My mother placed a basket in an inverted position and my elder sister wrapped the bird in an old shirt and carefully placed him on the sheet of paper.
Children were especially very excited. They kept sitting around the bird and continued to examine it. At last, when it was very late, my mother scolded them and asked them to go to their beds. The morning was bright and sunny. So, after breakfast, my father took the baby dove outside and gently placed him on the wall.
The window of our drawing room opened in a garden. So, we all gathered there and started to look at the bird. I must admit that never, in my life I had ever seen such a touching scene.
There it was a pair of a light brown colored “mourning dove”. The father and the mother doves were grooming their chick. They were cleaning his feathers and gently pushing him with their beaks.
The golden sunshine was filtering through the green leaves and was gently caressing the happy doves. It occurred to me that the cOO oo-woo-woo of the dove was no more plaintive. In fact, it was a happy song of the delighted heart of a dove. The bird who was earlier mourning the loss of his baby was now singing the happy song of reunion.
That beautiful scene is still fresh in my mind. I can never forget that care and love of a dove for its chick.