Life has become so busy for all
of us that we barely feel it necessary to get the pleasure from the simplest
but the most important aspect of our lives. Looking at swaying trees in a rainy
afternoon or seeing the birds flying back to their nest in rain, certainly
intrigue romanticism in our mind. Observing the moving crowd in a busy market
reminds us of our childhood memories when we used to visit shops with our
parents during puja for shopping. Now when we have grown up and are earning sufficient
money our perspective towards life has also changed. Now we do not find the
pleasure to see the rushing crowd in the market nor can we feel the intensity
in us to look at the horizontal in a rainy afternoon.
Life has indeed changed for us,
but amid our busy and emotionless life seldom the desire to find pleasure from
the simplest aspect of life peeps into our mind. It takes us to a different
world far away from all our tensions. It floats our mind to the world of peace
and harmony. With the desire to achieve more in life we are gradually becoming
more like a machine but somewhere the sleeping seed of childish pleasure in us is
being woken up by some regular incident which sheerly invokes the emotional and
poetic side of our character.
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