We all have been through such times in our lives where we adore a hobby, a pastime or a thing but never really are able to do it. We adore it only from a distance just like we adore some people but only from a distance. One of such things for me was adoring the habit of the morning walk done by others. I only used to adore it, appreciate it and praise the ones doing it but then I fell in love with it when I started living it.
November 19th, 2019 was the day when I started driving this boat. Just like the novice drivers, I am nervous that would I be able to continue with it or it is just a passion of 2-3 days or weeks…I am still finding it out. Let me take you to a virtual tour of the society I live in. It has many parks. I choose the one nearby my house infect it is just some easy steps away. The time I have chosen is of 6:15 till 6:50 only to leave me with 40 minutes to get ready and leave for work at 7:30. The distance I try covering is of 3 km by taking four rounds of this park.
The Talk of Trees
The boundary from almost all sides of the park is covered with trees. While walking on the edges of the park, I listen to the leaves of the trees talking to each other. When they talk, they pour dew drops on each other in the same manner when we take a friend’s shoulder for solace and it gets soaked with the pearls from our eyes. The sound of the dropping of the dew drops makes me stop and listen with more attention. It tells me that nature is all about belongingness. It is one big circle which welcomes everything and everyone in its shelter.
The Whirl of Birds
In a garden when birds walk, it feels as if their tails are dancing and they have worn a skirt of serenity which moves gracefully with their tiny steps. The green grass is a carpet of smoothness for them. I become a bird too when I am in the mountains. My feet touch the ground but give me a feel that I am walking on air with the clouds making my eyes go wide with amazement.
A Kiss on the Forehead
Nature is my cure from routine. My ears need the songs of birds chirping. My eyes need lavishly green sights. My forehead wants a kiss of the breeze which makes nature reside in me in a tactile form. Such a breeze which does not only kisses your forehead but also puts a soothing hand on it and whispers in your ears that let us align ourselves in one and the same direction.
Jingles of nature mingle in my ears and I hear back the words of a friend who asked me that why good things/ habits do not last long. I hope this one (the habit of morning walk) does!