It was a pleasant rainy morning that day when I woke up early taking a glass of water after Yoga I was trying to convinced myself to be happy just walking towards the varandah I took the chair and set down, started looking at the flowers, green leaves and the boundary walls I kept wandering, then I saw the tall coconut trees of my neighbor. I kept starring at them for a moment. I noticed the blowing clouds saying me to cheer up like them. The way they move around; passing over distant sea, huge mountains, and valley plains; stop somewhere or become snail sometimes according to time and situation giving rainfalls of various types. Like orographic in mountains; convectional in plains or sometimes only drizzles. Thinking about all that, it started drizzling and I started starring at the clouds again that reminded me the sweetness of soliditary. The next moment something poked up in my mind, the patches of clouds move all alone that led to me to think its all OKAY sometimes to be alone in this materialistic world where everyone can’t be with you all the time. Every person needs space and so as you. When I had accepted my loneliness, I got dissolve in the nature; it mesmerized me into the nature; it intimated me into the nature's deep core. I could feel the soft winds touching my soul; I could see the tiny orche shine coming behind the clouds; I could also hear the fluctuating coconut leaves telling me to dance with them; I could even enjoy my withered heart. I loved the time at that moment for making understand the situations in the new perspectives; for knowing the nature that gives us enormous pleasure when u such for it...……. & Live on those moments which ultimately brings the real peace of mind;
Eventually, we all need to devote ourselves in the nature.
And here, this reminded me of a poem which I had read in class 9
The lake lsle of Innisfree
- by William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
now I understand the real love, peace, care and their value in our life..............