the sweetest hour of the day in my life.

Seep is the first thing that takes leave of us as we grow old..

I.cannot sleep after 3 O Clock in the morning ..

There will be light outside only when it is thirty minutes after six..

Waiting eagerly to collect flowers for pooja..

I can do it only when there is at least twilight..

To be in touch with my plants and flowers in the morning makes that time the best in the daily routine..

the sweetest hour of the day in my life....

I call them my plants..

But God and Mother earth have created them.

They two-- God and mother Earth ( do not ask me whether God and Earth are different.. I would answer that Mother Earth is more loveable and bountiful that God Himself)-- decorate the plants with lots of flowers every morning..

And I take pride in collecting many of those flowers and again offering them to God..

Like a child offering a small piece bitten out of the big bar of chocolate presented to her to its mother..

and everyone knows the mother presented the chocolate bar to the child..

We just steal the glory of God and of people far better that us and try to show off as if we are big.

and often our show off is directed to the very same God or our preceptors.

Anyway they will heartily enjoy our silly song and dance because. after all, we are their children..