A misty morning awaited me on getting up today. The light cottony
clouds had shrouded the upper slopes in a mysteriously surreal canopy and
allowed a breathtaking spectacle first thing in the morning. What a blessing!
Can one ask for more? My gaze lingered on and on till I became conscious of the
yellow orange reflection far away in front, trying to elbow its way out of the dense
cloud formations there. The clouds happily obliged. They glided upwards gaily,
freeing the towering mountains of its loving grip. At such a moment, standing still
with a mind which is raring to encompass all the sensations of the physical
world, conscious of the palpable but unnamed sounds, probably of the damp
vegetation, waking up in unison and participating in a subdued chorus of its
own, blended with mildly shrill cheeping of tiny birds, is a motif available
only in the hills. Slowly the day dreaming gets jolted and disintegrates in the
wake of human noises. Such deep bonding with the surrounding phenomenon is
realized only in the cool stillness of the early morning when the world is slumbering.
An experience totally private, generating vibes and waves of unique positive dimensions.
In fact every morning here is an unbounded loosely framed
mural of nature’s miracles. Sometimes dazzling sunlight spreads its healthy
joyful self through the bedroom window and while you thankfully welcome it with
satisfying yawns and relaxed stretching, in anticipation of a dry day, it
disappears magically and the narrow valley and mountains are engulfed by
waltzing clouds reducing visibility. But patiently the sun wriggles out chasing
away mist and the mountains present
sheets of gleaming plant life shaking itself into action like a bird after a
puddle bath. |
| rain droplets on my clothes line |
Some mornings are gloomy and wet. But when I spy early
droplets of rain water threaded into my clothes line in the balcony, I try to
imprison it in my cell and forget everything else. The intermittent rains and prolonged gray
spell do restrict mobility but something unexpected always stands out to
neutralize the effect.
At present (August) the pure blue sky remains patterned with
eye catching cloud formations. Sometimes the shapes are abstract and at other
times their similarity to certain objects is striking. One can spend hours in
figuring out such relationships while overwhelmed by the nature’s inimitable
prowess. The scenario is ever new, ever fresh. Such is the mind boggling
variety of God’s unseen wand, painting wonders for His creation.
Often I contemplate how testing it’d be to exist in
these volatile times without the gift of this holy phenomenon! All images courtesy my Motorola
