Monday, September 7, 2009
Morning is here..
Nothing can beat the steaming idli-wada and a glass of steaming hot tea in the mess on a cloudy morning. Nothing can beat a ride of your bicycle on the road before main building with the surprising peeping in of the sun through the thick foliage of the almost a century old trees. Nothing can beat the early hours in your lab with barely anybody around. Nothing can beat this silence with a trivial humming of the computers. Nothing can beat the stillness of the trees outside the window with the immaculate sunlight reflecting over its' leaves and an occasional stir from the pleasant morning breeze. Nothing can beat the thoughts pouring in my mind on being a part of this calmness. Nothing can beat the rhythm of life that would grow as the hours proceed. And nothing can beat this serendipitous encounter with the morning.