Morning becomes more beautiful.
MORNING BECOMES MORE BEAUTIFUL Morning becomes more beautiful, when you witness the nature waking you up; when you watch the element of nature performing welcome dance; when you wonder how it engrosses our varied attention. When my eyes stayed on you, my mind was talking to me - 'the last night's sleep with the planning for tomorrow was filled with zealotic consumption of time but the morning for which you pre-planned becomes more beautiful when confronted with such magnificent acts of nature and you lost the count of time.' Why are you impeding my mind which was strongly organised? (I was trying to reclaim my mind from that scene) And the voice heard said 'let your mind for atleast once be your heart.' I was standstill there for a half-an-hour, or maybe more.I only knew was I lost the hold of time which I thought I was not, not atleast before this beautiful morning. The voice I heard was of my heart, teaching me to stop, to stop to such an unprecede...