Thread of love. ❤

Out side my window there is a bird who chirps, everyday. Haven’t heard it from a while. Or, maybe my attention never collected her being there. It’s so fluent and pure melody. As she know the songs by heart.

Clam and peace to everyone around. The world is singing to the world, feeling every note and words with emotions. 

She wants all of us to remember how to rejoice in the name of The Lord. How slowly there are a few more joining in. Making it a pure for my symphony for my ears.

Ohh…!! All of sudden they change the note of their song. Showing there talent of being versatile. Interesting. 

The sun has almost kissed half of the valley around me and soon it will land at my place. Till then I will March forward. Making the morning breeze my companion.

But, for now the trees are the home for the birds. It’s quite and clam. Like always let’s thanks, the mountains to mantain it’s serenity. How much I love them. How much they make me a person.

A person of silence and solitude. I try telling them, how my tiny life has so much of motion and displacement. Sometimes being still like you (mountain) becomes impossible.

Sitting in your (mountain) lap. Narrating my stories, which will not live long. Until you(mountain) keep them alive in you. 

Because, over the years I shall return again to you. In search of my own lost stories and your love which nurture me as a baby. 

Over the period of time. Nothing has changed the same you.The same birds singing, the same sun kissing the valley, again.

With me, bring more interesting stories to narrate. And how patiently you listen to me as I repeat my self again and again. 

Calling it the thread of love. ❤❣️❤