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It was a very pleasant morning. the sun was yet to peep out from his quilt, the clouds hung low, though not covering the entire space but were spread out by an passionate artist not evenly but with that feather touch. at places the clouds were like the translucent silk veil, which the moon had donned it at the night. the breeze was fresh and carried the mild chill from the snow clad himalayas. each breath of it brought in new life. it carried the aroma of the freshly harvested fields with a dash of smoked dung. light smoke roe from the morning fires light by the ever energetic ladies to start their morning chores of next to the buffaloes to ward off the mosquitoes. the birds were up and filling the atmosphere with their music chirping endlessly as if part of a big symphony. some of them soared in the skies as if they are kings, some soared high, some even higher, some fluttered with such an ease, some dived to practice their moves, some dived to catch the morning prey. some birds displayed formations as if the greatest of the air show was on. the cattle moved lazily towards the greener grass. everyone awaited the sun, thought the twilight had spread its golden colour across the valley and painted the clouds with a touch of gold. the sun has its own charm. even before rising, it mystifies the entire atmosphere with ever changing colours, energizes each and everyone, ........ brings in life to everything. Wish I could be a sun.
It was a very pleasant morning. the sun was yet to peep out from his quilt, the clouds hung low, though not covering the entire space but were spread out by an passionate artist not evenly but with that feather touch. at places the clouds were like the translucent silk veil, which the moon had donned it at the night. the breeze was fresh and carried the mild chill from the snow clad himalayas. each breath of it brought in new life. it carried the aroma of the freshly harvested fields with a dash of smoked dung. light smoke roe from the morning fires light by the ever energetic ladies to start their morning chores of next to the buffaloes to ward off the mosquitoes. the birds were up and filling the atmosphere with their music chirping endlessly as if part of a big symphony. some of them soared in the skies as if they are kings, some soared high, some even higher, some fluttered with such an ease, some dived to practice their moves, some dived to catch the morning prey. some birds displayed formations as if the greatest of the air show was on. the cattle moved lazily towards the greener grass. everyone awaited the sun, thought the twilight had spread its golden colour across the valley and painted the clouds with a touch of gold. the sun has its own charm. even before rising, it mystifies the entire atmosphere with ever changing colours, energizes each and everyone, ........ brings in life to everything. Wish I could be a sun.
u r a guiding light for many.....
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