I am sitting on a rock under chilling shadow of a tree. Resting after a brisk walk and light jog. I am not tired, but a while ago, I saw this really tiny colorful bird chirping in a nearby bush. Amazing camouflage! I could not take my eyes away. It was covered in velvet, that smooth shimmering costume and unique hopping style. So I slowed down to feast my eyes.

But there is more to captivate me. Just a few steps away, I see a long patch of half dried trees in front of me. Brown barks shading off a few patches of crème color here n there. These trees are cris-crossing from behind each other as if playing hide-n-seek. Clean blue sky color in the back ground. Eye full of live painting. It just won’t move away from my mind. If beauty is in the eye of beholder I would like to behold this picture forever.

And then I wonder what is happening?

What was the first time I laid my eyes on a piece of greenery or ruffling, gushing water of river or a water fall? The first time I saw my reflection in crystal clear water. Moreover, when did I start to feel I was deeply bound with all this? Since very long. Longer than I realize perhaps.

To be very frank it does not stop. I feel fortunate for having this and then suddenly my heart feels a wave of sadness and fear. What if tomorrow I don’t get to see this? It will be like a huge void. Even sad and unlike my true self. And it may sound crazy but when your love for wilderness starts deepening the phase becomes difficult. And imagine the passion that makes you strong and turns out to be your week point as well.

On this path I have hardly come any far....There is more to go ahead for. And with the same hope and will I look at the horizon, its sprinkling new shades into the sky, beautiful as always.