The Rising Sun

The cold breeze was howling through the window, I saw the open slit of the window and struggled with myself to decide whether I should get up and close it or leave it as it was. Finally, the pain in my legs won the battle over my will power and for the 13th time, I got up from the bed and closed it. I was in the sleeper coach bus from Pune back to hometown. I cursed the window violently. I tried to lock it again but I knew that lock was not working properly. I felt so helpless, I knew the moment I slip back into the sheets, the window will open again and laugh like some moron whom you can not even see but feel the presence.I looked at my friend sleeping silently but he was also shivering a bit or either I imagined that. 'Is hallucination the side effect of hypothermia?', I thought to myself. It was so uncommon of me to think like that at 5am in the morning. But I decided not to sleep anymore. I stared outside the window. The moonlight was spread all over the farms and trees, still I could feel the darkness. Then the bus went over the bridge and I saw all the water still as mirror, but there was something more to that...the white fog was spread all over the water. I felt like every little thing was ceased. Suddenly I realised, the slit of window was open again and fumes of cold breeze started itching my bones and ceasing the blood flow. I practically cried, praying to get rid of the cold.

And then I saw the red tinge on the horizon, I saw the dark color falling back and the red color emerging as the gladiator who won the battle. Then I saw the faint yellow light and I felt exactly like the girl in the typical bollywood film, where the villain was trying to take the advantage of a lonely girl and suddenly the hero comes to rescue. I saw the fog dispappearing from the waters, I heard the chirping of birds and then I saw the Sun rising from the horizon dark red. It was one of the most beautiful thing I ever saw. I wondered why people alloted some tourism spots for Sunrise. I think wherever you are, the rising sun is the most beautiful and the positive thing to see. I personally think that Sunrises are more beautiful than Sunsets. They give you the feeling of the Phoenix rising from the ashes, triumph of good over evil. The moment I realized the sunrise, I started wondering when was the last time I saw the rising sun. I could not remember, may be few months ago or may be few years ago. Suddenly I felt guilty for the wonderful miracle of the nature I was missing, wasting my time. I felt how could we take so many things taken for granted in our life. I promised myself not to miss the sunrise again. A thought then touched my mind, wouldn't the feeling die, if I see the sunrise daily like some day to day chore? or am I overreacting in the cold winter day? Then from nowhere the water started flooding the bus coming from the open slit of the window, with the sharp pain in my head, I woke up. I checked my watch, it was 5 in the morning and the ice cold breeze was flowing down my face from the open slit......and for the first time I was sure that I will never want to want to miss the Rising Sun.