Just thinking ...

With the pearly drops pushing the air in their attempt to reach the cold fresh green grass on the ground, the dust scarring the beauty and the purity of the air, invisible mostly but discovered suddenly by the world whenever they streak across a sunray, the sun dismissing the wintry cold and waking the world, burning its hydrogen to give life to yet another day, the grass absorbing the warmth and drying itself of the dew, the leaves moving with the breeze crackling with laughter, the dried ones embracing the ground, the flower coy and the bee endlessly flirting with it, the cook preparing his hot spicy sambhar to accompany the soft white idlies, the sweeper swishing his broom and cornering the dirt, the newspaper boy cycling back after a job mostly well done, the fledgling looking up at the sky, will this be the day it learns to fly?

and all this while i am lost in the dreams, blissfully oblivious to world around me.