The Nature-Within & Without

I got blessed with happiness. Just like sunrays shine through a canopy, joy peers into my soul. Every moment is like a breath of fresh air. Life seems to have become like the excitement of seeing a sunrise for the first time. So many different hues the sky drapes itself in. It’s like looking at grace, in its utmost purity. The feminine beauty of nature amazes me, rich with vibrant colours, so full of life, soothing and always nurturing. I yearn to be that way. The picture of clouds floating atop a lush green hill becomes my mental abode. I seek shelter within. Nature is a Lover’s paradise. Being connected with oneself and being connected with nature are two sides of the same coin. I aspire to use such currency often. I pause, to admire the subtle beauty in a flower’s petal. It reflects the serenity within me. Trees built of strong beliefs stand tall, dense with the chirpy birds. Like the chatter of thoughts. But destiny is yet to play it’s part. Sadness starts playing shadows.

Slowly disappearing and then reappearing. Our own nature’s shadows reveal themselves in full sunlight. Both natures grunt. It’s the onset of a long awaited storm, threatening to disrupt peace. Lightning strikes, dragging the nature’s beauty to it’s grave. Destruction is but obvious, chasing the birds away. Homes made out of nests impregnated with life get lost. Some survive. Some don’t. Lighting strikes again, like a venomous snake. Loss is now inevitable. Nature has become it’s own enemy. Everything spirals into despair. Dark clouds blanket this Lover’s paradise. Uprooted trees, dead fish in the ponds, spread death like a flu. Grief tiptoes inside and becomes one with the violent rain. Beauty has now become but a painful memory. There is a never-ending void to be filled. Nature grieves even harder, making everything so still that one can hear the footsteps of death. Death of beauty, death of peace, death of hope. Recovering from such a trauma seems almost impossible.

But nature recoups. Healing itself bit by bit. Under the debris of nature wastage, grows a tiny sapling. A night is bound to turn into day. Moonlight into sunlight. Life after death.
The sapling survives. Nature becomes a witness to its own glory yet again. After a long night, the sun has risen again. Everything gets blessed with happiness. Just like sunrays shine through a canopy, joy peers into my soul.

~Aishwarya Joshi~

Aishwarya Joshi is a BA psychology graduate, currently pursuing masters. She has a black belt in Taekwondo. She is also a dog parent She loves writing and thinking.

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