Just how many people in the world wake up to the chirping of the birds perched on the branches of a huge mango tree just outside their windows? Blessed earth!
It is Easter Sunday. I am still writing that paper for the conference. But how can one write when birds sing? when the sun softly shines with warmth on your skin? when small ripples of smoke gently block the horizon? when the smell of frying rice joins nature's symphony of beauty?
When the world worries about tomorrow, comes the new day holding us in delicious embrace.