Lying on the grass
She reached at the point where
She could measure the horizon of limitless sky
With her small fingers
She smelt scented roots of earth
And heard the curling voices
She fetched the blades of grass into her fist
And felt the softness of nature
She absorbed the murmur of dawn
And wrapped the silence of winds closer to her heart
When her father ordered her to be devoid of tech world
…For a while
Something born in those moments that
Turned her alive!
- Ankita Chauhan