Every morning used to begin with a little walking on the terrace with a minute or sometimes heavy book , clinging to my hand. . , even on days when rain drenches the entire roof forcing the stones to imbibe the water. Droplets of water wil get onto stones quicker than subject could enter brain. :) :-) What is the big deal here is holding your concentration! Especially when scenic beauty clutters your mind off,,
you can't hold . . . Nor help yourself from falling a prey to the temptation of nature. . . .
FEW MOMENTS THAT MAKES ME FLY IN AIR ARE -
1.The moment I see green parrots flying beneath the clouds, & suddenly flock to my shoulders. Goose flesh (Horripilation) rises up on my hand,,& eventually book slips off my fingers. .
2. Moment I feel the zephyr of early morning mixed with equal amount of sun rays,,
refraining me from freezing out :
cuddle the air and
kiss the mist,Just like I kiss a baby...
It's like -I just can't think of anything else,,,
the moment I fall in luv with nature.
I'm falling in luv with it, again and again . .
|Every morning, |
and everytime it touches me as rain ,
everytime it tempts me as breeze and
every other time it taunts me as a sunny noon:-)
mesmerizing me like anything else. . . .
It's grabbing not only my attention. . . .
But the entire soul of mine,faster than an adonis could:)
When such a damsel dances in my front,
How could I still stick my eyes to a drab book.. ,
And that's how , I threw every book of mine the very moment, I see nature :)
Reading with nature could be inspiring , for freshness will occupy every cell of your soul,
and alacrity raises to unimaginable heights...
But reading with nature
will end up
to reading the nature itself....!!
|Just like I Do !!|
May be it's the same case
for you too.... !!
Tell me ...
Am I True ??