"writer's life is really interesting"

it was not my thought, it was my action to create rain over the paper with my words...

Yes the day was cloudy and cool. I listened the morning welcoming song of a cock(really I surprised as it is unusual in the heart of my city Bhubaneswar). I felt myself in my lovely countryside. The images of my childhood danced before me. It was not the dream truly as I was visualising with open eyes. In the deep silence I remembered once again that, I have left my childhood from ages with black and white pictures and the greeneries of village life. Ah! my creativity chocked and sighed . Any poetry may help I thought ,but switched on the TV for morning news and again the halla-gulla filled up my heart.

Oh! where , where is the peace, the serenity, the bliss!

I startled  and found my little home in morning silence itself creating images of deep sleep in the eyes of my lovely daughter. Brighter aspects and achievements... hmm I have not gifted her the village serenity , but given her the life of city. Yes, good , the steps of achievement will begin from little city to the country of dollars. I have succeeded and satisfied my mind said.

I left everything in that point and went on searching my journal to have a look. I had no time to put my thoughts there. I wished peace to enter my mind for creating an art, the poetry of streams, rain, greenery, and the blissful moments.