Walking through the Eden that people call "life"

...its such a bliss to crouch at a crossroad and wait for your times to change, for events to take turn, to wait for the sun to again rise on life's horizon and for the birds that had flew away during the winters to return and create that charming cacophony that life was badly missing since the blizzards of sorrow had hit it back in time.

I sit by my window this morning gazing out at the first few golden shimmering rays of the sun falling on the lush green grass decked with the sweet morning dew. And i smile as i realize that these rays bring with them not only yet another morn to my world but also dissolve the gloom in my days...

I see small little humming birds fluttering their tiny wings vigorously and untiringly, around the guava tree blossoms for their daily nectar, and wonder what drives them to such determination and just then...the soothing zephyr softly rustles by the trees, tickling me to remind me of the magic potion of love that i derive from the lovely people around me...that promises me a strength no less than that of the undeterred humming bird.

A jet of white color overhead then makes me lift my eyes up to the ethereal expanse of the pristine blue sky...and lo there goes a flock of the wandering strokes...and their voyage across the world...opens me up...as though inciting me to throw my arms open to all the good things in life...to mount the stallion of change that's speeding my way...to take reigns of my life...and gallop away...deep into the Eden… that people call "LIFE"...