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.
9 comments:
prose with poetic touch. u can think of making it into a poem.
onkar
aha! sundar! agdi lagech ithun uthun campus var parat yawasa vatavnara post. campus chya premat padlelya eki kadun baki saglyana tithli athvan karun denara post :)
'serendipitous encounter with the morning'...liked this!
sahi lihila ahe! keep posting!
khoop bharee! mhaNje mee sakaLi pahila nahiye campus tari sagala doLyasamor ubha rahila.. ekdam mast!
khoopach avadla. Such small things give gr8 pleasure,isn't it?
sahi..sundar varnan...
You made me nostalgic! Yeah, the mornings at IISc have such a nice feeling to them... They're fresh, almost innocent, untouched by the violence, mediocrity and imperfections of the outside world..!
Prajakta, Nothing can beat you !!! :)
Simply marvellous !!
this is such a lovely post...If you read it once in the morning, you are invariably taken back to that place, that lab and that amazing environment! thanks :)
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