It is 5 a.m. morning full of mist, I am going for a walk with my fiends. We go to the nearby small rainy river which dries out completely in summer. As it is month of march and still it is not too hot there is enough water in river. We sit on the grass for a while and look on the horizon, we see the Sun the coming out of the cold water - as it appears. We can see the reflection of sun on the slow moving river, we can feel the warmth of sun in silently blowing wind, and we can see the slow moving life after the complete inactivity of night. We start walking along the river and see more people are coming, some of them are taking a dip in water and others filling vessels. We decide to return back.
We are going through the lush green field. We can see people are busy working in fields, some of them preparing field for next crop and others are watering plants. Nearby them kids are playing in group with their cattle. From the distance we can see the small village - where I live - it is not too big and not too rich either, but it is the place where I want to live forever. Now we are about to reach our village, we can see smoke coming out of hut roofs, it is not fire it is coming from kitchen. I know my mom and grad-mom is waiting for me for breakfast...
