Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
I walked to the edge of the river and let the icy water kiss my toes. The fresh water rose upwards feverishly and caress my feet. I stepped farther into the river, my mind backwards in time.
A shoal of small fish appeared, making circles around my submerged legs. I stood still and let them brush against my skin. Their touch tickled and made me quiver. Startled and spooked, they swam away.
As I stepped farther, the small pebbles settled under the weight of my body. Soon, the green moss started peeling away making the bed slippery. I wobbled a bit, slipped a little and for a moment became unsteady.
But, then I regained my posture. I stood straight again.
I leaned on a nearby boulder, dry and white in the sun. I closed my eyes. The balmy sunshine fell on my face sideways -making me warm, making me pleasant. And then in that moment, at that point in time, I became deaf to all the chatter -of outsides and insides -and became lost in nature.
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In today’s life, where every day is a run towards a goal that is moving farther from us, we are slowly losing out on the simple pleasures of life. The touch of morning sun on your skin, the whispers of wind in your ear. The flower basking in the morning dew, the earth effervescing with the first rain of the season. And my once favorite activity, looking endlessly into a sky filled with shimmering star. Ah, it was a pleasure beyond words.
When did I unlearn to do all these things? When did I become immune to the wonders around me. Written above is a rare, very rare, experience I had sometime back, where I was got totally immersed in the nature. It was beautiful.
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