A sunday morning

—— Avidha Goswami

It’s Sunday and
I woke up a little early from my daily schedule.

It’s 9.35 a.m. I’m tasting my coffee
and thinking about my last night which was not pretty good.

Suddenly my eyes are fell on the leftest window of my room.
What’s that ?
Over there is enkindled something,
Which is attracts me,
calling me,
perturbeds me.

I lost my sufferance power and ran out.

I feel like someone put me inside a painted canvas.
As far as my eyes go , I can only see greenery.
The sweet light of the sun has fallen on the bathed nature, everythings are glittering like mica,
malleable ,weepy grasses touched my bare feet , red flowers that fell in the storm are working to guide me,last night’s rain filled lake is appealing me like a mirag , chirping of birds is floating in the air , colouring butterflies are hovering around me….
some distance away from me someone tied a cotton white horse and suddenly I looked back and saw my house , it’s absolutely looks as those Disney princess castles, Oh my goodness! even my nightwear has changed into a white and yellow mixed gown.

It’s a fairytale or anything else? I never ever faced this type of scene before.
Then what should I do now?
I stood stunned for a while .
Unawares my mind is change properly it’s seems like a magician cast spell on me.
I just blended in with them.
I’m laughing,
I’m jumping ,
I’m running ,
I’m flying ,
I’m lying
I’m sitting in this green
I’m talking with them
I’m grasping this tiny things.
I’m enjoying this whole moment and I am drunk with joy.

I notice someone is calling me, I’m moving a little towards the sound.
I opened my eyes in shock and sat up. and saw it’s my mother.

“ রোজ কত কী ঘটে যাহা তাহা –
এমন কেন সত্যি হয় না আহা।
ঠিক যেন এক গল্প হত তবে,
শুনত যারা অবাক হত সবে…..”
— বীরপুরুষ
রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর। /

Many things are happen every day , every where –
Why isn’t that true?
Then It was like a story,
Those who listened were barely surprised ……
by
Rabindranath Tagore.

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BE HAPPY

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