neha kaur
11-08-2013, 04:32 AM
hello friends, how are you. I am posting here one of my articular and i want your suggestion for improvement of my writing style.
NATURE
Whenever I think about Nature, pictures of a meadow, a hill and a village come in my mind. There are countless trees: neem, pine, jamun and guava with many others surrounding the big open field; the peak of the hill helps them further to surmount the sky. The blades of fresh grass are dancing with the soft touch of cool breeze. The fragrance of flowers I inhale scents my soul. Pacing further I hear the sound of bells twinkling around the necks of cows and sheep; the music is as soothing as the arrival of dusk.
The picture doesn’t end here; the vast panorama is still hidden. Walking bare foot on the dew drops that are forming on the grass with the entry of crescent moon, I forget all the worries of the world. Now each step is a step for my spiritual journey towards nature, the beautiful creation of the Supreme.
The sky above is silent; birds that were flying sometime ago have approached their nests. The white moon will still take some moments to burn; one or two rays of the setting sun are still keeping watch over it. The cooling beneath my feet has reached to my heart and soon my attention is attracted by some sounds left and right. I turn my face either side to decide which direction to go. I see nothing, but sounds are still there. I decide to move left; there is a bunch of trees. I laugh peeping inside. A parrot was calling me. When I reached near, it breaks the slim twig that attached the guava with the branch of tree and it falls down on the moist grass. I find a small portion is eaten by parrot that is still looking at me. I take a bite. Marvellous! I haven’t tasted such a fruit ever before.
Turning right, I find a small jungle. Light is dim. Like a lamp, the moon is burning above the tress. I step inside carefully. Baby-birds are struggling with their mothers that are not letting them play. It was the time for rest and sleep. I look at them and they are frightened with my presence and disappeared in their nests one after the other. I realize I shouldn’t delay more and pace downward to the small village.
My feet are sliding fast; my shadow is racing behind me. Sometimes fast and sometimes slow, happily I cover the distance of two miles. I can see the lambs burning in houses as if the stars have themselves reached on the earth. Some dogs begin to bark to find me approaching. I know not how to respond. Finding a door open, I run to save my life. I shut it behind me; I forget for a moment that it isn’t my house. Soon I realize a man is sitting near me with hukka in his mouth. Not getting angry, he gets up to help me. With a stick in his hand he threatens the dogs outside the house.
‘You seem to be new at this place. From where you have come?’ the man asked with curiosity.
‘First all of all thanks... these guards are really dangers fellow. I come from the city on the other side of the hill. I am walking from the mid noon.’
‘You must be tired... come, and take rest. Do you know someone in this village? I will take you there.’
‘No, I don’t have any relatives here... this is my first visit to this place. Can I get a place to spend the night? Tomorrow I will return.’
‘You stay at my house... just take it as your own. First of all let’s eat something.’
‘Food... thanks, I will manage myself.’
‘No need to shy... have some food with me.’
As I am pretty hungry so I can’t say no. In a corner inside the house a woman is sitting near earthen chulhha (stove). We too sit near her with two children who are giggling to look at me. I pass smile in return.
Finding a stranger near the woman covered her face and calls the girl meekly, ‘Nitu come here and served meal to our guest.’
The boy also accompanies his sister and brings water for me. I am feeling little awkward to get such an attention from the people unknown to me. Sitting beside the man I am looking the way the woman is putting half ripe roti beneat the tva, near the fire that turns in a white football in no time. Nitu put a spoon full of butter on it and serves it to me with green chatni (sauce) besides. The man insists me to eat.
The moment I take the first bite I feel as if sweetness touches my tongue with the soft touch of butter; next moment I enjoy the chilly that doesn’t hurt my tongue. The crispy roti is so delightful that I wish to spend all my life for the protection of that earthen chulhha.
The coming morning begins with a bowl of milk. The man accompanies me to streets of village amid the cool dawn. Walking in front of the houses I keep on peeping inside houses and barns too. People have already begun their work. Some are busy to cut fodder others are milking cows.
As soon as the sun begins to melt women has broom their places. After cleaning the house, it is the time for the bath and to go to the temple. The sound of the temple bell can be heard in the entire village.
Till the time we reach near the small river the sun has dominated all around. My visit has accomplished and I thank the man to retire to my city.
Waiting for your reply
NATURE
Whenever I think about Nature, pictures of a meadow, a hill and a village come in my mind. There are countless trees: neem, pine, jamun and guava with many others surrounding the big open field; the peak of the hill helps them further to surmount the sky. The blades of fresh grass are dancing with the soft touch of cool breeze. The fragrance of flowers I inhale scents my soul. Pacing further I hear the sound of bells twinkling around the necks of cows and sheep; the music is as soothing as the arrival of dusk.
The picture doesn’t end here; the vast panorama is still hidden. Walking bare foot on the dew drops that are forming on the grass with the entry of crescent moon, I forget all the worries of the world. Now each step is a step for my spiritual journey towards nature, the beautiful creation of the Supreme.
The sky above is silent; birds that were flying sometime ago have approached their nests. The white moon will still take some moments to burn; one or two rays of the setting sun are still keeping watch over it. The cooling beneath my feet has reached to my heart and soon my attention is attracted by some sounds left and right. I turn my face either side to decide which direction to go. I see nothing, but sounds are still there. I decide to move left; there is a bunch of trees. I laugh peeping inside. A parrot was calling me. When I reached near, it breaks the slim twig that attached the guava with the branch of tree and it falls down on the moist grass. I find a small portion is eaten by parrot that is still looking at me. I take a bite. Marvellous! I haven’t tasted such a fruit ever before.
Turning right, I find a small jungle. Light is dim. Like a lamp, the moon is burning above the tress. I step inside carefully. Baby-birds are struggling with their mothers that are not letting them play. It was the time for rest and sleep. I look at them and they are frightened with my presence and disappeared in their nests one after the other. I realize I shouldn’t delay more and pace downward to the small village.
My feet are sliding fast; my shadow is racing behind me. Sometimes fast and sometimes slow, happily I cover the distance of two miles. I can see the lambs burning in houses as if the stars have themselves reached on the earth. Some dogs begin to bark to find me approaching. I know not how to respond. Finding a door open, I run to save my life. I shut it behind me; I forget for a moment that it isn’t my house. Soon I realize a man is sitting near me with hukka in his mouth. Not getting angry, he gets up to help me. With a stick in his hand he threatens the dogs outside the house.
‘You seem to be new at this place. From where you have come?’ the man asked with curiosity.
‘First all of all thanks... these guards are really dangers fellow. I come from the city on the other side of the hill. I am walking from the mid noon.’
‘You must be tired... come, and take rest. Do you know someone in this village? I will take you there.’
‘No, I don’t have any relatives here... this is my first visit to this place. Can I get a place to spend the night? Tomorrow I will return.’
‘You stay at my house... just take it as your own. First of all let’s eat something.’
‘Food... thanks, I will manage myself.’
‘No need to shy... have some food with me.’
As I am pretty hungry so I can’t say no. In a corner inside the house a woman is sitting near earthen chulhha (stove). We too sit near her with two children who are giggling to look at me. I pass smile in return.
Finding a stranger near the woman covered her face and calls the girl meekly, ‘Nitu come here and served meal to our guest.’
The boy also accompanies his sister and brings water for me. I am feeling little awkward to get such an attention from the people unknown to me. Sitting beside the man I am looking the way the woman is putting half ripe roti beneat the tva, near the fire that turns in a white football in no time. Nitu put a spoon full of butter on it and serves it to me with green chatni (sauce) besides. The man insists me to eat.
The moment I take the first bite I feel as if sweetness touches my tongue with the soft touch of butter; next moment I enjoy the chilly that doesn’t hurt my tongue. The crispy roti is so delightful that I wish to spend all my life for the protection of that earthen chulhha.
The coming morning begins with a bowl of milk. The man accompanies me to streets of village amid the cool dawn. Walking in front of the houses I keep on peeping inside houses and barns too. People have already begun their work. Some are busy to cut fodder others are milking cows.
As soon as the sun begins to melt women has broom their places. After cleaning the house, it is the time for the bath and to go to the temple. The sound of the temple bell can be heard in the entire village.
Till the time we reach near the small river the sun has dominated all around. My visit has accomplished and I thank the man to retire to my city.
Waiting for your reply