We try to walk inside Lalbagh at least once a week.Invariably ,after we enter the garden ,I find myself alone.My husband's long strides soon take him a good distance away.I can walk briskly too, but I can't keep pace unless I jog along.Anyway, I am tempted by the names of the trees written on the little plaques nailed to the rough barks ,and I stop often to read.Sometimes I will stand awhile under the long limbs of a giant and try to spot the owner of a sweet melody(I can identify quite some birds).
Trees from far away across the world with beautiful names,growing up in healthy greens and browns,filtering the sunlight into shades of mixed green and yellow ,look down kindly as I walk past.I love the feel of the rough bark against my palms.
The walk is also a good time to plan what I want to write that day.
Yesterday I strolled along the walking track that runs around the lake,on the last leg of my morning walk.The water moved like sheets of silver, the peaceful sight ,drawing me closer to the fence.I did not sight the family of ducks bobbing along gently like they usually do.The 7 a.m. sunshine is bright and cozy ,and it feels nice and warm on my face.
Suddenly I observe hundreds of white LEDs (Light emitting diodes) ,or what looks exactly like them (I know them from my days teaching Electronics),growing in clusters on the dry twisted creeper that still nestled against the fence.Catching the rays of the sun the little seeds glowed a pristine white.Nature having bestowed them little wings,they sat patiently on the twisted dead creeper waiting for the breeze that would send them on a journey to serve their next purpose in life.
I brought home a tiny bunch to share this joy of discovery with you.
I look at it thoughtfully.
A lesson on how we are meant to lead our lives: patient,purposeful and positive as we wait for the breeze that will carry us away to our final destination.
Trees from far away across the world with beautiful names,growing up in healthy greens and browns,filtering the sunlight into shades of mixed green and yellow ,look down kindly as I walk past.I love the feel of the rough bark against my palms.
The walk is also a good time to plan what I want to write that day.
Yesterday I strolled along the walking track that runs around the lake,on the last leg of my morning walk.The water moved like sheets of silver, the peaceful sight ,drawing me closer to the fence.I did not sight the family of ducks bobbing along gently like they usually do.The 7 a.m. sunshine is bright and cozy ,and it feels nice and warm on my face.
Suddenly I observe hundreds of white LEDs (Light emitting diodes) ,or what looks exactly like them (I know them from my days teaching Electronics),growing in clusters on the dry twisted creeper that still nestled against the fence.Catching the rays of the sun the little seeds glowed a pristine white.Nature having bestowed them little wings,they sat patiently on the twisted dead creeper waiting for the breeze that would send them on a journey to serve their next purpose in life.
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White LED creeper (my name for this) |
I brought home a tiny bunch to share this joy of discovery with you.
I look at it thoughtfully.
A lesson on how we are meant to lead our lives: patient,purposeful and positive as we wait for the breeze that will carry us away to our final destination.
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