A morning in Village

The rising golden sun in the eastern sky looked like a burning red yolk in the horizon far at the distant side of the ground. The morning sky appeared so bright and shining that the floating clouds in it reflected in the glittering water of the pond, where ducks were taking their first bath of the day. The cold breeze was blowing with the mist of the beautiful fragrance of Juhi and Gandharaj which just bloomed this morning. The air was so refreshing that it intrigued life in everything that it touched upon. The sun light looked like glittering diamond when it reflected upon the shining dew on the wetted grass.

The river was flowing so gently that it seemed to be in no hurry to reach its distance today, ripping apart all the pebbles and stones buried in its depth. The chirping and whistling sounds of the birds were blown far to the deep forest with the gusting air that moved all around. The bullock cart crashing the mud of the village road moved slowly to the farming land where the ripped brown wheat dancing with gusting wind of west in the haze of early morning.

Far into the distant, the steam engine blew its horn and began its journey for town. The overflowing crowd in the market gradually broke the laziness of the day, and unfolded the dawn with a new spirit. A group of Cranes were flying in the sky tearing the sun light and making their way to a world of unknown. With the breaking of the dawn the dogs in the dusty road of the village were yawing and stretching their muddy legs trying to shake off all the laziness that engulfed them last night. The farmers too started their day long ago at the distant ground, where riding on the tractor; they toiled on their farming land to yield rich crops in the coming days. Life seemed to be so lively there, out of all the hazards of usual way of city life. Peace prevails all around and happiness peeps in every smiling face of the villagers.