Morning Breeze

My consciousness woke to a new morning and I rose and remained awake in a sitting position.

I thought of nothing in particular as my mind adjusted itself to this reawakening into a new day of my life.

After I was done with some of the morning essentials, I walked towards the balcony to bathe myself in the morning fresh air.

As soon as I opened the balcony door, the morning air rushed in and I took my time to feel every bit of it and breathe it within deep into my presence.

I stepped beyond the border of the balcony doorway, into the world which felt very fresh even though I have seen and experienced it for the entirety of my lifetime.  

I stood with my hands holding the railing of the balcony.  The presence of the living was scarce, and the sounds in the atmosphere were more natural than they were human-made, a contrast from what it would be later on in the day.

My eyes wandered and as they always do, fell on the little adjoining garden of the house; it was down left from the balcony. The distinguishing feature of the garden were the six Ashoka trees that stood in a line.

I do not know when these trees were planted here or who planted them; I was small when my eyes first saw them and to me, they were always there.

I realised the in-depth importance of trees and plants in the early side of my adulthood and ever since they have never stopped sharing with me a peaceful sensation. There are multiple memorable moments of my life where I have just sat and looked at a tree. There is something entirely out of this world about them.  

The ground of the garden was dry. It was summer, the daily temperature in the city reached as high as 38 degree celsius during the day time. Once watered the garden retained the hydration for the day and till the first half of the next day, but beyond that the need of water would begin to show over the leaves of the plants.

I came down to water the garden, I pulled the yellow translucent water pipe and laid to its complete length towards the far end of the garden. The garden had an open empty area in between. On one of its larger sides, it had the row of Ashoka trees bordering it while the rest of the garden was bordered by different plants and bushes. There were two yellow oleanders on the opposite edge of the Ashoka’s as well.

Water escaped the opening of the water pipe and as it touched the ground it displaced the lighter dust particles and then it spread over and into the surface it touched.

As usual it would take an hour to water all the plants. It was not just about making sure that the water reached the soil, it was also about sprinkling the water over the plants, so that the water washed the leaves, bringing out their splendid greens.

A few neighbours passed by; we exchanged greetings. The revived energy of the morning after a night’s sleep brought a colour of greater positivity and calm on everyone’s face.

The light of the Sun was slowly spreading further and a sudden breeze surprised me. It shook the plants and the branches of the trees. Some dry leaves on the ground were moved by the pull of the breeze. A dry leaf fell on my head. It had come from a height much greater than mine.

I looked up and saw some more dry leaves falling. The green of the fresh leaves, the rusty colour of the dry leaves, the fragrance of wet soil and the young morning light of the Sun; all of them contributed in turning what was within the view of my eyes, into a long-lasting moment and experience.

Written by Anuran Chatterji

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