Golden Sunrise...my journey so far !

I start my day with a prayer and a visit to my secret river. Come ! Will show you. Sit comfortably or lie down. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Exhale. Again, inhale slowly. Gently exhale. Let us begin this journey. Slowly. The slower the better ! Imagine :  You are floating on the clouds. Gently. Slowly.  It is cool up there. Soft breeze is blowing.  The clouds land on a river bank. On soft grass green. You gently touch the grass with your palm. The smell of grass and fresh dew fills you.  You dip your feet into the water. It is cold. The sound of water flowing fills your ears. Kulukulukulukulu..... You wash your face with the water. The freshness fills you with joy.  Butterflies flutter around you.  Colourful birds chirp.  Flowers bloom. Jasmine. Gardenia. Orchids. The sweet fragrance fills the air.  Bees hum. Dew drop fall gently. Like snowflakes.  You feel Love. You feel Joy. You feel Hope. This is the best place to be in. Slowly you...

Have you ever befriended a squirrel? A baby squirrel? If you had you would know, how it could wriggle its tail and make you giggle. It would hop near you, hop around and move away hopping. Only to return to you. One day, a baby squirrel came to me and said, "Hi ! I am Pecko ! Will you be my friend?" I jumped with joy. It gave some tiny jumps too. Hop ! Hop ! Hop !  Papa, Mummy, Koka, Ennai and Mainu Mama... they all said, "Let's find its Mommy!" We searched everywhere. We couldn't find. We waited for its Mommy to come. It didn't come. So, I let Pecko eat a slice of watermelon. It licked and licked and went to take a nap near it. I wrapped it with soft baby towels and put it on its new bed; atop my study table.  "How to take care of a baby squirrel?", I asked Google. As Google showed, Mummy  warmed a little formula milk and let it cool. She pulled the milk with a syringe; without its needle. I held Pecko up as she fed the milk. Drop by drop. It ...

Hi ! You know there was this bird. With creamy dreamy magic feathers. It used to fly high up the sky. Singing merrily. Merrily flapping its delicate wings.  One day a bad man caught it and put it in a cage. It was allowed to eat, drink, poop, pee  and roam just inside the cage. But not to fly. Now, can a bird be happy if not allowed to fly? It can never be. We have become just like that bird now during this lockdown. I understand it is for our own good and for all others we love. But how long can a kid stay locked in? I wish to go to the river. To the green fields. I want to dance with butterflies. Hop with squirrels. I want to play outdoors. Build sand castles. Fly kites. Climb trees and Swim ! Only if this coronavirus goes away !  So here I am ! Spreading my mind's wings. Flying to you. Love,  Ayan.