Every morning the sun rises and bathes the world with light and warmth. Most people would say, ‘what’s so great about the sun rise? The sun will always rise!’
Yes, the sun rises every day but how many city dwellers and people like you and me get to witness this beautiful sight? How many of us can go to our terrace (or have a terrace) which is not surrounded by multi-storeyed buildings or cemented jungles and watch the sun rise and dispel the darkness of the world?
I know what most people would say, ‘So what is the big deal in watching the sun rise? We would rather spend all those hours sleeping anyways!’
As children, we are made to recite the old lines, ‘early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.’ However, when we grow up, the line becomes, ‘we go late to bed, we are late to rise and we don’t listen to any unsolicited advice!’
Yes, we cannot change our hectic work schedules because the entire world works that way. However, we can still take a break and escape to the rural hinterland and watch the sun rise in the village.
If you haven’t watched the sun rising in the morning, you can never understand the feeling it evokes. As you stand and watch the sky slowly lighten up, you are filled with joy and wonder. Slowly and steadily, the orange sun rises and colours in the sky change as if an artist is throwing paint with his brush on the canvas. Hues of pink, orange, blue and colours which do not have a name as yet run across the sky in a bid to outsmart each other. Amidst all this colourful drama, the sun dressed in light coloured clothes, takes its rightful place as the king of the sky and orders for the day to begin! As the sunrays make their way towards you, your body is suffused with a warmth that nothing else can ever provide!
Come and stay with us in KhemPratapGarh! Take a break and let nature take away your stress and tension. Stand and stare at the sunrise, the sunset and sights and wonders that promise to delight you with their uniqueness, tranquillity and beauty.
Reminds me of a beautiful poem by W.H. Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.