Throughout my window...

      Whenever i peep out my window , scene which grabs my attention . An uncle residing opposite to my house daily keeps water in a small bowl and food grains for birds and squirrel . Its pleasant to see such things in morning that too is is little different . Its routine practice in their house . In this upgraded village seeing a tree is difficult and that too it is hard to see sparrow as the number cell phone tower increased the sparrow population reduced gradually . 

      In our house in village it is usual that sparrow nest which hold special place in ventilation . In early morning its sweet voice is my alarm . It flickering sound of feathers astonishes me . As it enters my house my eyes starts staring at the little jet as it rushes to its nest to feed little ones . Soon it became member of our family and the only difference is its name is not our family card . As we shifted to town area its hard to see sparrow . And one day when i was reading paper suddenly i heard a familiar sound which is close to my heart . My eyes started searching in the direction of that lovely sound . Suddenly i found it is a SPARROW . After so many years i have seen my family member and very joy for it . Thanks to that uncle who daily offer water and grains to this little jet . And it is my daily routine to wait for that sparrow . 

My lovable grandpa...

      Every girl has hero in her childhood  and my first hero is my grandpa . He is man of enthusiasm . Whoever see him his enthu will join them too . Every year i eagerly wait for holidays to see him . When I step out of bus he will be there to escort me . Even though he is a teacher he do house hold work too . In those days women are supposed to do house hold work . Despite this he wake up very early and start his daily schedule . And i never seen him taking rest in noon . He is too much interested in gardening and our house in village surrounded by trees and plants. When he dig sand around plants me will be carry water for those . And the tamarind tree is always special to me as its place for my swing. This swing was prepared by my grandpa .
       Every day i used to go fields to take bath in pump set with my grand parents by walk . It is nearly half an hour travel  to reach there . As they start washing clothes i go behind butterflies and dragon flies . As i caught up with one make those flies to lift small stones . After shower in pump set we set back home to have our break fast . And next is swing time with my cousin . Whatever i do he will be a support for me . During holidays i carry my coloring book along with . My passion towards drawing remains ignited because of him . Every week he sends my drawing to weekly magazine . And every week i look up for my drawing to be published . And i started loosing my enthusiasm waiting for the drawing to be published . And one fine morning he called me saying that your drawing has been published in weekly . Suddenly i woke up from my bed to see my first drawing published . The most unforgettable day in my life . Its all because of my grand pa who always motivates me . And also he is man of sincerity . Every time when he used to come home his bag contains chocolates and color boxes for me . Still i remember the days with him . Those days will be treasured possession in my memory lane . This article will be tribute to him .

FIRST DROPS...

First drops...

On fine evening when clouds starts drizzling my love towards rain in childhood flashes in my mind . During those child hood days when soil fragrance touches my nose and clouds get darker me peep out to welcome first drops on me . And also start tearing my note papers to make my own boats with my name over those boats . And also i seek help of my grandpa to do paper boats. By the time mom's scolding wont get into my ears for tearing papers . Next i search for a perfect port to start my paper boats with joy . After few years my paper boat habit changed to ride cycle in rain but scoldings from mom  did't change. That cycle is my pride as it is gift from my lovable grandpa for scoring first in class . Those are olden days.

     When my fifth standard teacher teaches about acid rain my longing towards rain vanishes gradually. The fear of sulfur and nitrogen content stops me from enjoying rain. And i started thinking about my cycle ride as my teacher continues class. As i grow now looking backward when those olden days will be back? When we get those soil fragrance again? when i will play with my paper boats and ride cycle again ?

NEW DAY...

New day...

Everyday we wake up and stick to our routine work and at the end of day we look up we just done with our usual work and finally searching for weekends to get relaxed. Is there any solution to relax daily or search holidays? To answer this check yourself the following

 Are we spending time with family/friends ? 

 Ten minutes play ?
 Spending time for favorite music or admiring scenic beauty ?
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 and finally are you laughing daily ?

 these are simple ways to be relaxed and rejuvenate yourself.
 wish you all days are new...