Nitish K

ALIVE

I wake up to the chirping of birds.
Different melodies. Different tunes.
Yet each one carries a joy that stirs my soul
the kind of music I’ve longed for,
quietly, over the years.

Golden rays filter in through the windowpane.
I wrap my shawl around my shoulders
and step out to the balcony.

The trees stand tall, cloaked in spring green,
their leaves at different stages of becoming.
Flowers of every color bloom in silent harmony.
I look up.

The sun is rising.
And in the distance,
the snow-laden Himalayas stand still—
like ancient gods watching over the world.

A gentle breeze touches my face.
Soft. Silent. Sacred.

And in this moment,
I realize—
I am ALIVE.