I spent some time with beauty

On Saturday evening, my friends planned to go for a movie but I refused because watching the same movie for twice is not worth spending money and time. So I decided to go for something which I haven’t done. I decided to go for a hike in the nearby hill. And believe me, it was the best experience I have ever experienced.

I reached on the top of the hill at exactly 6 o’clock. As I looked at the horizon, I don’t believe my eyes. The sun was like a red giant though feeling very cool, was about to go down the horizon. I had never seen sun as big as that was. It was almost feeling as near to me as I could catch it easily like Hanuman.

The birds were returning back to their nest. I sat down under a big tamarind tree. Looking above, I saw a nest of parrot. Green parrot, with red belt on his neck was just returned from his daily search and was feeding his little ones. There on the other branch, a mother monkey was with the little one. The little one was holding her tight.

The atmosphere was completely silent though I could feel it so lively compared to the noisy and though dead atmosphere of the life down the hill. The air was blowing as if it was whispering in my ears and asking me to wait for a little more while. It was not raining but though I could smell the soil. It was so fresh, untouched by the presence of any human being. May be that is the reason everything over there was looking so fresh, so divine, as if they all have come directly from heaven.

For a while I thought. To get pleasure and to see sights, people go to Manali, Goa, Kerala. Here, nearby them there are so many places they could experience and visit. The beauty lies in the eyes of the seers. I took out a notebook from my bag and started scribbling on it. I know I am not a good poet but this kind of scene can turn any dumb persons into a poet. After sometime, I looked into my watch. It was seven o’clock. I wanted to stay over there but somehow I had to tell myself that true happiness and joy lives for a while and this one hour I spend in the midst of this sunset was that while for me.

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