Those days

I spend my afternoons in the garden, alone.

Playing in the swing and letting the gentle balmy breeze brush my face.

I sing songs and talk to pretend friends.

I walk into my garden and settle down on the grass.

They come... one by one, displaying a new colour everyday.

As light as the air around me, a gentle whirring sound drops in my ear.

Such acrobats! Balancing just on the tip of a grass-blade. Or a ballet dancer!

I lie on the grass with the sun shining bright above our heads.

I hold him by those fragile wings.

He stirs and his long tail tickles my palm.

We smile at each other. His forelegs join together saying ‘namaste’ to me.

I sing to him the same song from yesterday. And I offer him a tiny pebble on my palm.

He never fails to charm me. Today, he lifts the tiny pebble with just the forelegs.

Impressive! A clean lift and very strong grip!

Holding long enough, he drops it back on my palm and flies away.

And now, the next charmer!

radioheads -
i tune back to my
childhood​

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Absolutely! In the name of progress we shut so many things around us. We should never stop being a child. The minute we say that we know something, everything stops right there. Only a child can see the beauty of simple things with no attachments. There is no discrimination in their eyes. No colours; not even black or white. Just white! How wonderful is that! Thank you for appreciating Viswaji. I am glad the post meant something to you. Happy to share one simple moment of my life filled with nothing but joy.

 

Thank you Sanrags for the like.