I think that you got the feeling I was talking about, as we were climbing up the hill. I am saying these words between gasps of breath that my lungs need, for it is many months since I had my morning jog and ofcourse I gave you a piggy back over that creek which lies down below just as a few cones arraanged ina row. Well, you just smile, or say – ‘you are trying to smile ‘ amidst the heavings of a girl who is less used to such exertions. You need’t try putting words to your joy, I can see it in your eyes.

All around us is the greenary of the early winter months. Therains gave a thick coat of green to these hills and the winter morining has given a shower of dew. The dew drops on the fresh green grass does gives a sparkle, sometimes making our scientific minds feel that it really really must be the dust of the broken stars that fall over the land. It sure is fascinating to belive that it might be true. What are you thinking about, you ask. I turn to you and rest my ellbow on to the side, a sort of support for my head. How do you feel now, that we are on the top of our town, i ask. This is the second time I am asking you since we have come here. It feels great you know when you are happy and haven’t got words to say. It feels even more delightful when you throw your cap at my face as a response to what I have said just now.

Once in a while, it’s great to be put up on places like this. It gives me time to look at you. It gives me time to say that you looked great the other day as you were trying to do your new lipstic. The crimson streak on your nose and cheeks that the lipstic left as I pulled your hand. ‘ Monkey!’ you shouted at me. It was nice, you know. ‘Next time I am not going to call you up before I finish mymake up’ you said. Now don’t start telling me such silly things like these, why don’t you look at those trees, see the way they are swaying and do you see those two birds on its branch, see the way they sway too, to the right and to the left, to the right to the left, you say. Wait, let me get a close look and I just put my arms around you, yeah, the birds, they too seem to sway with us ‘to the right, to the left’. Don’t you think that we feel the same as the brids do, just swaying our way to the gale, you say. How do youthink it would be, to live in a room like those brids nest you add. It would be great, baby, but not as great as being in your arms, I want to add, but I don’t want to stop that stream of your feelings now. Hush, an early butterfly’s resting on your leg. Just sway slowly. Now loook at the wayit flies in circles to come around on you. Let me bend forward and take on my fingers. Just be gentled lest it ‘llfly you say. Now here it is well, may be our butterfly is getting his warmup for the day, he seems to sit for a few seconds on your plam, then take a small trip around our heads, rest a while on your shoulder, now there it goes for its floral pursuit.

Let’s get up for a while, our clothes seem moist with the dew. One doesn’t feel like getting up from such a place as the hilltop on a mild winter morining. Ok then, will your ladyship give me the honour of taking you in my arms? This does work and we walk down to the life in the city.

Its quiet early in the morning that we started, may be the car wouldn’t start soon for the chil, may be have spent a couple of hours more. We left our watches in the car. Who wants time any way, when one spends it with ‘the princess of ones heart ‘. Going out for dinner, a pub or an amusement park would be fun but the fun is something that is programmed. Its programmed in your brain that you ought to enjoy the bizzaire lighting in the pub, its been programmed that you ought to enjoy that same old music in the restarent, you are programmed to enjoy the gaint-wheel, see-saw and water-sports just as it is shoued in the TV commericials, but things are different when you are out in the woods or hill top. You might enjoy the somany things that are around us, soamy things that we always dperfered watching them on paid channels. Maybe we maynot spot a rare bird or say a to-be-extinet bug that we watched on the TV but on this heart of nature we relish the right of the ordinary birds and bugs acturally living together with us.

All thse thoughts keep me silent for a while as I carry you down, When you just put it ‘Won’t it be nice dear, if we just lost our way’.