The sun is rising up gradually for another fresh day in the sky, beyond the marshy stretch opposite my dwelling. The whole area is covered with a soft curtain of mist. Misty clouds are slowly floating above, calling me to a dream world. I laid on my favourite easy chair comfortably, placed in one corner of ‘ L ‘ shaped verandah, facing the marsh accepting the invitation.

Soft rays of sun are spreading through the curtain of mist and the branches and leave of trees. As the sun comes up and when the leave and branches of trees are moved to a tune by wind, the rays of sun change their spreading directions in a fantastic style.

It is still dawn. The breeze is slightly cold. Flocks of small birds are ‘ landing ‘ on grass lawn to fetch their meals. Some are sitting on birds’ bath, thinking whether to have a bath in cold dawn. I am lost in a network of thoughts, trying to grasp one junction to proceed further.


I see a small child in the past, playing alone in front of his tiny two roomed house, running along an old foundation built for his small house extension like a train, shouting ” who—–kuchu kuchu kuchu kuchu kuchu kuchu kuchu kuchu who———-”

Today he is a grown up adult, seeing his childhood in past through his favourite daydreams, while lying pensively on his loving easy chair.