.......the Eastern Study Room window is witnessing unprecedented activities these days, in the Wee hrs, gently surpassing the Western View window of the setting Sun....hitherto, the favorite hangout........with the Muezzin's "Fazir Namaz " call, still very much into the darkness & the Dark Deep Blue Yonder,..... waiting impatiently , like a stallion in harness.........for the impending sun bath of the day,for a hide & seek......of changing colors, of tht, of the Turncoat....day in & day out....!!!....nothing is permanent on Earth....though as much as we say, we hate to change.......& the mundane routine is less thn permanent either.....Early to Bed & Early to Rise is the Mantra now....the late evening signing off & late Dinner, later thn late retirement prevented the Eastern Window access in the wee hrs at Dawn.......now no more, at least , it seems transiently, as the fabulous kickstart to the week with the vision of the Dawn over the Eastern Sky, an altogether, a daily new canvas with splashes of color with the nascent "IRU":The Sun, blobbing up...the rays bathing the Eastern Window ,the study & igniting the soul at Day break with the vast expanse of the Deep Blue, turning & twisting & rarin ' to go.....!!!!!......the omnipotent SUN represents our Lives as it trudges along its daily pathway in clock like precision ,meticulous, methodical & to a plan.....all tht is Natural is therefore Good,& all tht we stand for Innate Goodness is Natural,,,,,,, for the mental & physical......identifying oneself with the Nature is solace, embalmed with the Sun's first Glorious,Golden Rays, surely is invigorating, rejuvenating......!!!!....& Healing.....!!!!!
.....Rojnamcha...!!! the Indian Ocean Diary having being initiated in 2010 is very close to Heart....journey of an Indian Doctor's service in a remote land...!!!
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