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Robin Sharma truly said, “Those who get up early are those
who get the best from life”. The
cockcrow stroked directly onto my window pane and it gingerly touched my face,
greeting me through the little chink in the curtain. I was roused form my deep sleep
and I could not sleep again. I laid on the couch for couple of minutes. Then I got
up, switched on the water boiler and I headed towards wash room for cleanup.
After having done everything, I prepared myself a cup of coffee. The cup was
over flooded with chocolate. By then it was already 6 but most were snoring and
dreaming. I was all alone in the kitchen.
I stared through the window at the calm and quite view
outside. The first thing that touched my heart was the pale tinted sun. It has
already come out of its nest and started journeying towards west. The heat was
gentle and warm. The cool breeze aced through the window and refreshed me. I
felt excited and got lost in its unbounded joy. Trees let their branches swing
to the motion of cool breeze, composing the sweetest melody of nature. The
flowers too, glistened with its natural pigment giving off its cologne. The
pearl like dew coupled flawlessly with diamond like meadow.
Nearby on the road, the dim light was still glowing. The lane
was empty with no vehicles except some bugs skirting the faint glow. I could
also see few cows grazing over green field happily. The avenue was completely
filled up with silence. After some time, its beauty expanded as it begun to
shower softly. The whole of scene magnified when a rainbow arched over the
place. It was miracle in reality. Everything was picture perfect but I wished
at that very moment of time, if some morning larks could come and hum in its
mesmerizing tone.
The next moment, over the hills, I could see forest which
was untouched and pure. It rendered its best service to animals dwelling there.
The place of perfect harmony, where good will and friendship turned out into indivisible
relationship.
Faraway down the shallow landscape, the small stream flowed
with vigorous zest and speed. The sound resembled something, which I could not
recall exactly. There I spotted some people with umbrellas overhead and jerkins
dangling from their hands. Those folks were the early worm catchers who rinsed themselves
with novel spring water. They happily returned back home with songs of joy.
Also, the prayer wheel located at the heart of place served as the washer of
defilements. The white holy smokes from the stupa disappeared into the
atmosphere, which exhibited the uncertainty of life.
I was totally carried away by the virgin beauty of dawn and
I stood brooding there for an hour. My coffee has grown cold and thick but i
kept sipping till the last. Have I had not gotten up early that morning; I
would have missed that golden opportunity. The pleasure was immense.
“Life is beautiful”, abruptly I whispered to myself.