Floral Thoughts





The clock ticked 7 times,the lazy ear could hear only the 7th Tick.Mom was calling,"Nivi...Get Up! It's already late.." Stretching my eyelids and bumping my sandal puffy pillow,I took myself off the bed.Slanting in some 105 degree, I quirked and gazed at, that mist filled morning. Someone was howling right in my ears..Awww..thats the Sad Alarm that often gets heavy knocks right at its head.With more of rage , I Kicked off the bed Cover , million of mosquitoes were flying in air happily yet hurriedly.I Stood Straight to Unlock the tightly locked windows ,& dashed it-the other side. The rays of Sun entered my Skin, Flushing out the frustration in me.
With a wide grin, I Jumped out of my bed, hitting my fingers at some wooden edges.Though I felt little delirious, the florid thoughts vacillating deep inside my heart urged me to wake that auspicious day with a smile..The coffee on the table was already cold.Now the voice from the other side was even intense..."Niivviii......???"
"Mom,I'm in the garden..",I shouted."Can't yu wait for a while?"
I sat on that chill bare ground,The greeny grasses made it even chill.Those tiny droplets clinging to the zenith of grasses were in their last legs.That was the mist for the day..
"They are Still......!!",I Shouted.
Rolling my eyes i looked yet deeper into the droplet , I Found a molecule swirling here and there ...
That was beautiful!! It could spend some more time, enjoying the beauty of nature...
Life 's most beautiful place ..I Mused and Smiled- at the sky above..!!
It smiled back.And I Disappeared before the clouds could hit one another and pour out-Drenching me off like never before... :-)


That was all about the- beautiful elusive, morning I've ever seen:) :)

Comments

  1. photo makes me wanna sleep.. nice description!! u shud take novel writing as a side profession..>!!

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  2. Inga Like Button kidayaaatha!!!???? :P

    Btw... Nice description.... :)

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