Coming after the college, retiring to my room, I generally speculate on the surroundings. My room is a large room, having enough place for three people to live in comfortably. It’s a beautiful room, consisting of a big rectangular window. My bed is at a little distance from the window, but situated in front of it, I enjoy watching sun’s rays dancing in accord to time. Morning time is the most refreshing, the sun rays seem to be drenched in rain and entering to the room pats my sleepy cheeks and eyes. Its the sweetest and dearest thing; I just enjoy the feeling being the beloved of sun. At daytime, the heat is at its peak, but our room stays cool. our room is the other caretaker, who loves his inhabitants as much as they do. So, while sun is pouring his anger on all, we are lulled to sleep by our caring room. in dusk, the sun gets tired and becomes a bit mild, and bades us goodbye, by reaching us through the window. He caresses us by showing the picturesque scenes. He washes gently the trees and other elements of nature. I sit and watch the life taking different shades in the rays of our charmer, the sun. I marvel at the mystic powers of nature and its bodies.
The most mesmerizing view that one can visualize of the majesty of sun is from the terrace of our hostel. Every morning, each and every speckle of nature seems to gather to welcome him. The neem tree, standing in pride of its beauty and height glitters with remarkable feature of its lush green leaves. The bells of nearby temple increase the purity of the atmosphere. The saras dairy whisked pass in a hurry to supply the milk for the morning tea. The clutter of tea cups and plates in the kitchen and the morning raga from the radio in the voice of Sehgel peppers the whole atmosphere with refreshment and bliss. In this soothing ambience I like to push a canoe of thoughts out into the uncharted realm of books and when they are novels of Ruskin bond than the delight reaches to its heights. The daily hassles of life for sometime seems to move away.
The most mesmerizing view that one can visualize of the majesty of sun is from the terrace of our hostel. Every morning, each and every speckle of nature seems to gather to welcome him. The neem tree, standing in pride of its beauty and height glitters with remarkable feature of its lush green leaves. The bells of nearby temple increase the purity of the atmosphere. The saras dairy whisked pass in a hurry to supply the milk for the morning tea. The clutter of tea cups and plates in the kitchen and the morning raga from the radio in the voice of Sehgel peppers the whole atmosphere with refreshment and bliss. In this soothing ambience I like to push a canoe of thoughts out into the uncharted realm of books and when they are novels of Ruskin bond than the delight reaches to its heights. The daily hassles of life for sometime seems to move away.
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