The nature
Is the title too sophisticated compared to what I usually write? Well, I bet the content isn't!
I sometimes stare at the sky and wonder why we have made such a mess of things. I wonder how we can tear up the seas and use up the trees all in the name of progress. It is such a tragedy that we are damaging things so fast and they will soon be way beyond repair.
It's rueful to think that the people who call us their primogenitors will not to enjoy the luxury of the nature. They will miss out on what we did. They will be paupers when asked to write on the nature.
One of the components of nature that I love is a countryside. It is just breathtaking to watch a countryside. The country spread is like a quilt or green and parched grass. To an unaccustomed eye a countryside is probably a swathe of rolling green, divided by walls of mossy grey stone picturesque by any standard. But to me a countryside is home. A countryside is like a divine fingerprint.
In a cool solitude or trees, where leaves and birds music a spin, where the soul is at rest, where the uneasy mind is eased is what I can precisely term nature. I don't really have words to describe what I really feel about nature.
It is actually overwhelming to think about how our future generation would not the nature. How poor they would be when one would tell them to write about their perspective on nature. It actually leaves my heart hollow.
Why are we so busy on the mundane things that we don't get to see the beauty of what we have actually been gifted? Why not just spend some time to notice the tiniest of details the life offers. Why do we only look for the north star in the sky? Why not notice the small stars as well. Why not notice the stars which are yet to be named? Aren't they lighting up the sky too?
That's the thing you and I are so busy, But here's an advice from a 13 year old who is called an intellectual (What people are lately calling me) - stop for a minute. Look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself that whether you're just working for earning bread and butter or are you enjoying it? If you aren't enjoying it go to a place where you won't view a forest on a screen but your eyes. Believe me, the pixels change the picture a lot :)
What is this life so full of care huh? Where we have no time to stand and stare. No time to lay your feet beneath the boughs and stare as long as the sheep and cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, where squirrels hide their nuts in the grass. No time to watch Beauty's glance, and watch her feet just how beautiful they dance. No time to see in broad daylight, streams full of stars, like skies at night. A poor life this is, where we have to time to stand and stare.
Stand and stare folks. Stand and look at the smallest detail of a bough, the tiniest crease of cloth, the tiniest line in a petal. The night changes awfully quick. And you might just have time to sit in the heated room, with a remote in your hand and you curdling like milk in your couch. But tomorrow you might not have the chance to go and see the clouds and the birds. Afterall the shape of the clouds do change, but the scenes of movies don't!
-Vanya Duggal
Check out my book on Wattpad. Here's the link https://www.wattpad.com/story/92952431-and-then-she-stepped-out
Check the book out! I have been working awfully hard on it!
HAPPY READING!
I sometimes stare at the sky and wonder why we have made such a mess of things. I wonder how we can tear up the seas and use up the trees all in the name of progress. It is such a tragedy that we are damaging things so fast and they will soon be way beyond repair.
It's rueful to think that the people who call us their primogenitors will not to enjoy the luxury of the nature. They will miss out on what we did. They will be paupers when asked to write on the nature.
One of the components of nature that I love is a countryside. It is just breathtaking to watch a countryside. The country spread is like a quilt or green and parched grass. To an unaccustomed eye a countryside is probably a swathe of rolling green, divided by walls of mossy grey stone picturesque by any standard. But to me a countryside is home. A countryside is like a divine fingerprint.
In a cool solitude or trees, where leaves and birds music a spin, where the soul is at rest, where the uneasy mind is eased is what I can precisely term nature. I don't really have words to describe what I really feel about nature.
It is actually overwhelming to think about how our future generation would not the nature. How poor they would be when one would tell them to write about their perspective on nature. It actually leaves my heart hollow.
Why are we so busy on the mundane things that we don't get to see the beauty of what we have actually been gifted? Why not just spend some time to notice the tiniest of details the life offers. Why do we only look for the north star in the sky? Why not notice the small stars as well. Why not notice the stars which are yet to be named? Aren't they lighting up the sky too?
That's the thing you and I are so busy, But here's an advice from a 13 year old who is called an intellectual (What people are lately calling me) - stop for a minute. Look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself that whether you're just working for earning bread and butter or are you enjoying it? If you aren't enjoying it go to a place where you won't view a forest on a screen but your eyes. Believe me, the pixels change the picture a lot :)
What is this life so full of care huh? Where we have no time to stand and stare. No time to lay your feet beneath the boughs and stare as long as the sheep and cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, where squirrels hide their nuts in the grass. No time to watch Beauty's glance, and watch her feet just how beautiful they dance. No time to see in broad daylight, streams full of stars, like skies at night. A poor life this is, where we have to time to stand and stare.
Stand and stare folks. Stand and look at the smallest detail of a bough, the tiniest crease of cloth, the tiniest line in a petal. The night changes awfully quick. And you might just have time to sit in the heated room, with a remote in your hand and you curdling like milk in your couch. But tomorrow you might not have the chance to go and see the clouds and the birds. Afterall the shape of the clouds do change, but the scenes of movies don't!
-Vanya Duggal
Check out my book on Wattpad. Here's the link https://www.wattpad.com/story/92952431-and-then-she-stepped-out
Check the book out! I have been working awfully hard on it!
HAPPY READING!
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