Night was just gone. It was early dawn.

Night was just gone. It was early dawn. The strains of the night had melted as dew drop - clinging to the leaves, flowers, branches and trees. Dewy flowers give very enticing aroma. I just happened to wake up early. Not knowing what to do, I decided to stroll on the grass in my lawn. I left my sleepers to a side.

There was no sun. Stars were winding up - up there in the sky. Wind was chilly as it was hitting the nape of my neck. I could sense the energy that the cold breeze was trying to infuse in me. I continued strolling... Slowly, I was surrounded by streams of fleeting thoughts so much so, that I forgot the need for any warmth around. My legs were feeling a bit tired initially, later the whole body was overwhelmed by the release of tension inside.

Throughout the day, it takes a lot of stress.... Time checks and deadlines, reports and returns, people with problems - sometimes their own, sometimes for the others! This world has changed a lot. I feel I am still a kid watching it change - under go metamorphosis, watching the time pass-by, with a finger between my teeth - bewildered, - in astonishment! How we used to live in our city then - in my childhood - how congested it used to be there! Now I have the vast open sky above and the ground below is part of the valley that I proudly call mine for the time being. How green this valley is! I now hear the noise coming from groups of children - playing football in the near by high school - learning biking on the curvy-curly roads with steep gradients - interrupted by the sound of a motor-vehicle every now and then - zipping by! How beautiful people are here!

Many images come to my mind now - images of their laughter, their smile, their folklore, their arts and crafts - how rich is their culture, how limited are their requirements, how contented are they! I feel the tickle below my feet. Birds are chirping their morning songs - cuck - cuck - chippy - chippy - churr - churr! Suddenly I am forced to return to the reality that many of the inhabitants of this place face day in and day out - that of the insurgency! How unrelated this beauty is to the family which has lost their only son in a terror-strike! Had there been not the problem of insurgency, this place would have been a great tourist destination. Sun is coming out now and before it dries the sap out of the dewy grass I have to return to my cottage and get into the daily routine once more.

Oh, what a feeling it was to walk VIVOBAREFOOT on the dew-y grass! How soothing it was to feel the pure unadulterated freedom of my soul! How nice it would be to become a child again! World moves in a rotation of routines it seems. We keep craving for the same old picture perfect world! A calming sensation of pure satisfaction! I bet you can't have a better start of a day!