An evening in a forest in the land of the Vedas

How beautiful an evening in the forest can be..

When I am taking a walk through the woods-that's when I enjoy the fresh air all around me that gently sweeps over my face, making my hair dance on my face, tickling me a little. I then take a deep breath and look around me..it's astounding..the greenery around me,the forest floor littered with the twigs and dead leaves, so in contrast with the life a few feet above it. Yes, it is indeed true that the forest floor that deceivingly looks brown and dead is full of life with tiny organisms that are as much alive and thriving as the majestic tiger that roams on the forest floor, but I can't help but compare the contrast of colours of between the two.And oh the smell! How can I ever describe it! It's so subtle that I don't really realise that it's missing unless I come inside the room.
When I come to the rest house, I see that there are monkeys everywhere! And they are so small..all of them are kids and are playing all around..so alive! Leaping from branch to branch they make me wonder about the strength and elasticity of those mango tree branches.
Once it turns dark, it's the fireflies that take over the show. That small flash of yellow light is so perfect-neither too bright nor too dim;just perfect that it makes you want it to last just a little longer. It is so beautiful and mesmerising that it leaves me staring into the darkness,trying to catch one firefly after the other and I enter another world where it is just me,the darkness and the fireflies.A world that is so peaceful and beautiful. It's a quiet game.
Once the night sets in the sound of the crickets is so prominent,but at the same time it is so peacefully quiet. I say peacefully only at this point of time because I am sitting with my family.But, I also know how eery that same quietness can be once I am alone. I have experienced both the sides. The occasional cry or scream of the monkeys interrupts the silence. The monkeys can no longer be seen in the darkness. Only the sudden movement of the branches signifies their presence in the tress along with their intermittent sounds.
And then as I tilt my head a little above towards the sky it's the stars that make the sky alive.Hundreds and thousands of them twinkling in the sky. For the first time in my life,I wish I had more than two eyes so I could take it all in. For some reason I can't fathom,I am intimidated by this star-filled night sky. Staring at the sky makes me feel so small in front of the universe. As time passes by, I am lost in my own thoughts while staring at the grand night sky of the forest. And then,when someone finally shakes me back into my immediate surroundings,I can't help but wonder how captivating nature can be.

Author's Note

This is the first time I've put up something I've written. Kindly forgive grammatical errors if any. Please do let me know what you think of it. Thank you.