In Appreciation…….. of the simple pleasures of life…

Zeena Singh For Eastern Mirror Sunday

Of Rolling Hills

Hello folks,

I believe that life has so much to give if only we cared to give a little thought to the most minuscule of joys (which we’d find so much of) only if we’d stop looking at the looming discomforts and discontents.
So here I am, to share with you the simplest joys in my life as I have experienced some time in my life and those that I take as I face each day, at a time.

The Hills have, in quite a while, always caught my fancy being on my list of all time favourites and today they come alive as I sit staring at them right in the vicinity of where I live.

I gaze out into the landscape and as far as is possible into the horizon, what come into view are but gentle slopes that mould into hills. An epitome of fulfilled contentment should engulf me, but alas! The eye implores for more.

Hills and Mountains distinct in their dissimilarity – the one, strong, powerful, proud and majestic ; the other, gentle, soft, cushioned in mild velvet.

With each glance at the hills, my eyes uncover additional freshness and beauty. A clear, crisp early morning light throws shades of blue on each undulating curve differing in hue with the expanse of distances.

These soft verdant hills ascend and roll gently into the valley, and one cannot help falling in love with the image that unfolds played by the sun’s light and shadows that even an artist’s brush couldn’t capture into one single frame.

Resplendent in lush green, luxuriantly thriving in an abundance of full bloom, they are left sparklingly spotless washed by the monsoon rains. The now sterile unpolluted air creates an apparition of proximity that one can almost spot the leaf of every tree and bush that cover our hills.

As the eye scans the realm, these ranges seem to flow and drift, rising from the clouds, running from one into the other, yet separated, diverse in colour, painted in hues and tints setting out tinges and tones, which only the beholder can amaze at, breathtakingly indescribable.

I cannot word the emotions accurately enough, or the innumerable skipped heart beats  on my sighting the hills as I see them, up close as right now or  from a distance, high above.

It’s joy in profusion that I don’t know what to hold more in appreciation of– for  the eyes that can behold this beauty beyond compare or the hand that created it all.

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