Where whispers echoed.

Ragini Gauri
Jul 10, 2017 · 2 min read

I often wonder how many of us are fortunate to see that there is a time sometime, and believe me there is.. and a place where in the perfect stillness of the evening within the sunset serenity we unite in the glow. Glow in the Blissful paradise divinity, brilliancy glassy deepness. We forever are eternal wholeness only intimacy between us and the nature, where we get to hear the echo of this wilderness. The beautiful wilderness unleashing the thinker in me. The silence of the mountains around me, as if is whispering volumes to me as see small water falls coming down from the mountains and dripping from the branches, streaming down and I am walking beneath the enormous trees. The mountains as a canopy high above me, the bushes and low-growing plants that edge my way, soaking me as I brush past the magnificent pine trees are magical , its green grandiosity, both luminous and dark, so lavish in its fecundity that it looks surreal, as if I am walking through a fairy tale rather than the actual world and then, as I walked by the cemetery, some thing got me back to the actual world and I for a moment stood there in silence facing the cemetery, looking at the other side of life .. the other side I still say is not the end its rather our final destination end will only be if we let our dreams, our aspirations die within us, when we give up on our selves. That’s when we bury ourselves in real sense and if we ever let this happen to us then that’s the only grave we should mourn at.Nature has its mysterious calming effect on you. It’s not only mystifying but spellbinding as well. I notice the beauty that surrounds me, the wonder of things both small and large. The color of a gorgeous mountain flower that brushes against me while I’m walking or the glorious & grand sweep of the sky as the sun fades over the mountains. The magical serenity that takes you under its spell and makes you feel truly alive. I just realized I am actually having these long conversations with my self and sharing them here and the amazing fact is that this only happens when you live in that perfect moment amongst all other moments. When nothing worldly really matters. What matters is the whispers of your inner world.

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