This morning when I came out from house, there was a different coolness and freshness in the air. The sky was light blue, on which some white clouds were floating as if someone had scattered small pieces of cotton. I went out on the raw paths of the village while walking. My association with these paths has been since childhood. The smell of the soil was the greenery of the fields and the shade of trees always give me a feeling of belonging.

As soon as I walked a little distance, my eyes fell on the flowers on the side of the field. These flowers looked so beautiful despite being ordinary. Some yellow, some pink, and some stood in their own world in their own world. A pink coloured flower petals shone as soon as they touched the sun rays as if I was also welcoming the morning and I took out the camera and took a picture of it so that I could cherish this moment forever.

On the side of the road, I also saw small wild flowers in a bush. They do not put them with any special care, but still they bloom in every season and give proof of their existence. I felt as if these flowers were saying. To be beautiful there is not always a need for a big garden or expensive jug just the ground and sunlight and a little courage.

While walking in the village I also saw colorful butterflies in many places, which were hovering over flowers. Like children, these butterflies used to sit on one flower, sometimes flying on the other. I kept standing there for a while and watching game.

On the way I found my neighbor. I told that some of these flowers are also used for worship in festivals. A small fair is going to be held in the village after a few days in which these flowers are sold very well. Hearing words, I realized that this beauty is not only for the eyes, but also a part of the culture and tradition of the village.

After a while I started coming back home through the fields. On the way, I again looked at the flowers whose pictures I had taken in the morning. Now the sun had climbed up and was dancing a little sun on his petals. I thought in my mind that just as these flowers live by keeping pace with weather sun and rain, in the same way we should also learn to keep pace with circumstances in our lives.

After returning home, when I saw the pictures taken on the camera, the mind became very light and happy. Today was reminded of me that true happiness is hidden in small moments, not in expensive goods or big places. The soil of the village, the fragrance of flowers and the time spent in the lap of nature.

All Images by @pathanapsana

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