Every view, every changing panorama is evidence of nature's miracles and God's creative hand. I enjoy an early morning cuppa, as I wait for the first sun rays to peek through the darkness of the previous night, the song of the early morning birds chirping, sweetly asking everyone to wake up, the old relic of a sprawling building that must have been simply majestic in it's hay-days-and still is impressive though in a slightly dilapidated state- adds to the charm of the whole scene before my eyes. I imagine it in all it's erstwhile glory, looking past what it's become now. I can almost hear the hustle bustle of the guests, the priests preparing for the elaborate yagyas and the maharishi giving his sermons to thousands of willing expectant followers. At night, I hear the silence, revel in it as I go over my own thoughts.
I can see the kites and eagles soar high in the sky, sometimes they come with the young ones, and teach them how to glide, or perhaps it's simply play time- but the dives and quick turns in the skies are nothing short of fascinating. No air- show can compare to what these birds put up. On rare occasions, we have seen birds chase each other- the age-old game of prey and hunter plays out...and though my heart goes out to the prey that sometimes gets caught, I know that i cannot really interfere with nature's laws...
In the evenings, the city lights in the background glitter, occasionally I see the sky light up with fireworks, which usually mark a marriage celebration, but for the rest, it's peaceful and calm as most of the inhabitants go into deep slumber to recuperate from their busy routines. I see the moon as it plays hide and seek with the clouds that cross it and then, as it comes over to a certain point in the sky, it reaches almost directly above my window, casting it's silvery glow into my room, changing it into something close to surreal. It stays there awhile as if to chat, and then goes along it's journey only to come back as it does its celestial rounds the next evening.
When it rains, the colours change to a fresh deep green, I can smell the wet mud and the air seems a tad fresher-almost as if it too has had a bath. While other birds disappear into their hidden shelters, the peacocks come out and sometimes delight us with a live show of their exotic plumage dancing happily welcoming the rain.
When there's a dust storm, one can hear the wind howl outside, the dust lifts up and everything becomes hazy. The strong currents twirl objects into the air like little toys...even then, the view from my window holds my attention as I see another side of mother nature-albeit a slightly destructive one.
In the city, my window offers me some respite from my longing for the mountains I hail from- I do miss the mountains, but am grateful for this lovely spot in my home...I think of all the silent conversations, of the tireless discussions and the multitude of thoughts that cross our minds. I know you're there with me too my friend and I know you see the same sun and the same moon...and sometimes, I say hello to the stars and the moon knowing, you will say hello to them too!
