As i lay in the bed with half opened eyes ,disturbed at the thought that my mother would soon wake up and ask me to go fetch milk from the dairy which was at a not so walking distance from my home.But it was not the walk i resented it was the detachment from the bed at the hour when it was at it's comforting best and the night was no longer sultry, even the mosquitoes were off to there well deserved rest after another night of battle to feed on our blood.
I lay there cherishing that very captivating moment when i felt my self to be in resonance with the breezy cool morning.I could experience that everything in the surrounding was expressing something.I looked at the ceiling fan rotating slowly producing a scratching sound which was in a rather surprising way unlike its customary irritating effect on my ears sounded timely and rhythmic.I could address the chiffchaff of the birds and the chattering sound made by the chipmunks who resided in the meter box of my house and god knows why they were extremely attached to that place .I could hear the rustling of the leaves as the air filtered through them.I could no longer lie in that languid state when so many pleasant things were happening outside .I got up and stood for a while near the door .I could make out the creaking sound from the hinges of my neighbors window as they opened it more out of habit then to let in the cool air.Someone in the locality had played some bhajans the music was distinct and relieving .Someone in the house opened a water tap and placed a bucket below it and as the water tripped in it in irregular patterns of fall ,i tried to guess the exact level of water in it at the instant .The newspaper boy was tossing his bundles in the houses and the thud they produced made me realize the accuracy of the guy .
I got up and dressed up in the usual tee and shorts .My mom was already in the kitchen, i could hear the shrieking whistle of the pressure cooker.Thus started one more day of chaotic and mad rush in each Indian household and as i set out on my journey armed with a dabba and earplugs for my mobile i reflected upon the sounds that make our daily life .How we can conceive the world even without opening our eyes with there help.i felt sorry for all those people who miss out on them .I was lucky to have snatched away some moments of tranquil from the noisy town life that we had.
I lay there cherishing that very captivating moment when i felt my self to be in resonance with the breezy cool morning.I could experience that everything in the surrounding was expressing something.I looked at the ceiling fan rotating slowly producing a scratching sound which was in a rather surprising way unlike its customary irritating effect on my ears sounded timely and rhythmic.I could address the chiffchaff of the birds and the chattering sound made by the chipmunks who resided in the meter box of my house and god knows why they were extremely attached to that place .I could hear the rustling of the leaves as the air filtered through them.I could no longer lie in that languid state when so many pleasant things were happening outside .I got up and stood for a while near the door .I could make out the creaking sound from the hinges of my neighbors window as they opened it more out of habit then to let in the cool air.Someone in the locality had played some bhajans the music was distinct and relieving .Someone in the house opened a water tap and placed a bucket below it and as the water tripped in it in irregular patterns of fall ,i tried to guess the exact level of water in it at the instant .The newspaper boy was tossing his bundles in the houses and the thud they produced made me realize the accuracy of the guy .
I got up and dressed up in the usual tee and shorts .My mom was already in the kitchen, i could hear the shrieking whistle of the pressure cooker.Thus started one more day of chaotic and mad rush in each Indian household and as i set out on my journey armed with a dabba and earplugs for my mobile i reflected upon the sounds that make our daily life .How we can conceive the world even without opening our eyes with there help.i felt sorry for all those people who miss out on them .I was lucky to have snatched away some moments of tranquil from the noisy town life that we had.
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