Garden Of Eden

It was a late March morning and I had risen earlier then was my wont and apparently it was impossible for me to continue with my usual accursed lethargy. Something primitive and overwhelming was pulling the strings of my soul out there. I came out into the wild beauty of the wheat-fields and surrounding lush-green trees. Heaven was filled with dark clouds and rain was due any time. Cool and infatuating breeze of early morning was aromatizing the vivid colours under the influence of which, the wheat crop flowed like a river of gold. I stretched out my hand and felt this burning gold and absorbed it’s intoxicating fragrance. For a few everlasting moments, everything surrounding me transformed from ordinary mundane existence into a sublime glow. Terrestrial being was experiencing a heavenly joy and subject was in contact with the sacred. Nature stood unleashed and I could feel her stainless and exuberant beauty at it’s zenith. The brick-road leading to the mango orchard depicted the scene of the romantic road to the mysterious East. I had found my Garden of Eden.