I was listening to Avatar's Pure Spirits of the Forest theme.
That was so mellifluous and enchanting that I was watching a small tamarind sprout germinated on a barren tamarind trunk lying on my way to Kondagudi. I saw two catfish savoring sunlight in a little pond formed at the convergence of two little Rain-fed Streams. I was watching the dense spinney at a little cross over, which is replete with different colored flowers and was full of butterflies and dragonflies. I was standing at a place which once used to be a small elevation formed of the soil dug out from the adjacent well and harbored Jamun, Guava, Palmyra palm and Koa trees. From there I stood facing the distant mighty Eastern Ghats. My breath was heavy and was very slow. The clattering of sugarcane leaves was making an eerie sound which reminded me of my childhood fear about huge black-bears lurking in sugarcane fields which would come out and would take away lone kids. It was a nice evening. My breath was growing heavier. About thousands of years ago, what this place possibly could be and after another million what it would be? For a consciousness called I, everything is before I and after I. I wondered "How long is this I?". I was shy of shedding tears, but.... A chatty group of little birds perching on an electric wire attracted my attention. They were the warriors of air, who were on a never ending mission of sustaining the Pure Soul of Mother Forest.
I'm a warrior. I'm inspired by the warriors of air. Their mission is my mission.
That was so mellifluous and enchanting that I was watching a small tamarind sprout germinated on a barren tamarind trunk lying on my way to Kondagudi. I saw two catfish savoring sunlight in a little pond formed at the convergence of two little Rain-fed Streams. I was watching the dense spinney at a little cross over, which is replete with different colored flowers and was full of butterflies and dragonflies. I was standing at a place which once used to be a small elevation formed of the soil dug out from the adjacent well and harbored Jamun, Guava, Palmyra palm and Koa trees. From there I stood facing the distant mighty Eastern Ghats. My breath was heavy and was very slow. The clattering of sugarcane leaves was making an eerie sound which reminded me of my childhood fear about huge black-bears lurking in sugarcane fields which would come out and would take away lone kids. It was a nice evening. My breath was growing heavier. About thousands of years ago, what this place possibly could be and after another million what it would be? For a consciousness called I, everything is before I and after I. I wondered "How long is this I?". I was shy of shedding tears, but.... A chatty group of little birds perching on an electric wire attracted my attention. They were the warriors of air, who were on a never ending mission of sustaining the Pure Soul of Mother Forest.
I'm a warrior. I'm inspired by the warriors of air. Their mission is my mission.
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