I wake up to the loveliest sounds every morning, these lock down mornings. I don’t know their names, but there seems to be birds from various families coming together and creating this beautiful, melodious orchestra for me dawn to morning. And I wake up – just magically. I don’t recall how paradise feels, but I’m sure, it must be close to this feeling. What sounds do you wake up to?
There was a time when my morning alarm was the early morning prayers, the adhan, at a nearby mosque – soothing and wonderful. I never missed morning study time, never late for an exam, or to catch the bus; thanks to a muezzin, punctual about his appointed time with God. For a few years, I woke up (but lay in bed with my eyes shut) listening to tunes of the piano keys. Someone who lived above our home practiced piano lessons early, very early in the mornings. It was waking up to music day after day. It felt peaceful then, it feels peaceful now.
I shudder to remember some weeks ago and a few months ago: I woke up to the sounds of machinery doing their stuff to make a coastal road. The greed of man snatching away nature to make way for something strange that we call progress. When I look around me I can’t sight a human soul, Haven’t heard a vehicle honking in days ( I hope I’ve forgotten what that sounds like ). All cooped up in my apartment searching for that so called borrowed progress. This brings me to realise how wise and progressed nature is – non interfering in our dreams and schemes of things, patient of all our foolishness and banalities, providing for everyone– no caste, no country, no age, no lgbt differentiation – true egality. Suddenly aware that mankind is just a small speck in the grandeur of the Earth- small and foolish. We better get our act together. Yes, act together, in sync with nature not against her.
- Manju Mohinani Patil