It was a very beautiful early morning. Everything around was silent and still. A thin layer of mist covered the surroundings, making everything look slightly blurred and mysterious. The world seemed calm, peaceful, and untouched by the noise and busyness of daily life.
There was a farmer named Nitin. He had a habit of waking up very early in the morning and going to the fields. That day was no different. Like every other day, he woke up before sunrise and walked slowly toward his field. However, that morning felt a little different. Everything seemed more beautiful and magical than usual.
When Nitin reached the field, he stood quietly and looked around. The peaceful environment filled his heart with joy. The soft morning breeze gently touched his face. The mist floated over the fields like a thin white blanket. The rising light of dawn slowly spread across the sky.
Nitin stood there silently, watching the beauty of nature. The calmness of the morning made him forget everything else. There was no noise, no rush, and no worries—only peace.
Slowly, Nitin began to imagine himself becoming a part of the beautiful environment around him.
First, he imagined that he had turned into a bird. Like the birds that were flying out of their nests early in the morning. They were flying freely in the open sky, chirping sweetly as they welcomed the new day. Their soft "chirp-chirp" sounds filled the silent air with life and happiness. Nitin imagined himself flying high with them, moving through the fresh morning sky without any worries or responsibilities.
Then his imagination changed again.
He imagined that he had become a green paddy plant in the field. The young, tender leaves of the plant were gently swaying in the soft morning breeze. The fresh air of dawn touched the delicate leaves, making them move slowly and gracefully. Nitin imagined standing quietly in the field like those plants, feeling the cool breeze and enjoying the peaceful rhythm of nature.
After that, his imagination took another form.
He imagined himself becoming the clear water flowing through the narrow canal beside the field. The water was so clean and transparent that it looked like shining glass under the soft morning light. It flowed slowly and quietly, reflecting the beauty of the sky and the surrounding greenery. Nitin felt as if he was that calm water, moving gently without any disturbance.
The whole environment was peaceful and quiet. There was no noise, no shouting, no chaos—only pure silence and calmness. The field, the sky, the mist, the birds, the breeze, and the water all seemed to be living together in perfect harmony.
Standing in the middle of the field, Nitin became lost in his beautiful dreams and thoughts. For a moment, he forgot that he was a farmer who had work to do. He simply enjoyed the calm and magical beauty of the morning.
Just then, a group of workers arrived at the field. They saw Nitin standing quietly in the middle of the field, lost in his thoughts.
One of them called out loudly,
"Hey Nitin da! What are you doing standing there in the middle of the field? Come on, let's start working. The sun is rising already!"
The sound suddenly broke Nitin's beautiful dream.
He looked around again. The mist was slowly disappearing. The golden sunlight was beginning to spread across the fields. The day was starting, and work had to be done.
Nitin gently smiled to himself. His small moment of imagination and peace had ended, but it had filled his heart with happiness.
Without saying much, he nodded at the workers, wiped his face lightly, and walked toward them. Then he quietly began his work in the field.
Although his dream had ended, the beauty of that peaceful morning stayed in his heart.