You picture the sun rising from the back of a garnet railway bridge, people starting to wake up, stretching their bodies, dogs not barking at all, not frightening the cats, and people leaving for temples or kneeling in their homes. All the children of the house waking up on time, a soft music dancing mirthfully on the air. A cool and fresh stream of wind gives goosebumps to the earthlings with a pleasant smell against a backdrop of twittering sparrows rising in their nests. Everything happy-happy.
In this imaginary ideal day, as the sun’s angle takes height, people start leaving for work, exultant as anything. As they spread newspapers in front of them, they see nothing except happiness … happy policies, happy budgets, all happy tidings, not stained with reporting of thefts and murders and deceits…
People work with full productivity till the noon, and as the soft bells for lunch time ring, men and women stretch their arms. Lunchboxes are unlidded, small, soft morsels are taken and people eat mindfully with light conversation. Asking each other about their children’s school performances, satisfactory replies are received.
In some other corner, teens in a pleasant and pollution-free weather are enjoying whatever they want. Someone who wants to be a photographer is clicking the photos of sparrow and pigeons; someone who wants to be a writer is busy scribbling on a notebook. The artist-aspirant is painting and the to-be-athlete is practicing on balmy blades of grass.
In orphanages, a good amount of orphans has been adopted by childless parents, and in old-age homes, there have been no new admissions; instead, sorry sons have come to take their parents back. Bureaucrats and politicians work without bribe, and the ministers design policies with common welfare in mind, veil of ignorance on eyes.
No one misses his flight. No proposal is rejected. No lecturer fumbles. No student fails. Scientists are content at their discoveries and inventions, and so are the philosophers.
Flowers have never looked as beautiful in the gardens ever before and no animal has ever had such easy and hearty food. And never on the earth has dawned such impeccable sundown.
The sun begins to set as birds and humans are steering for their homes. The creatures of God recite their evening prayers and over the dinner tables, families indulge in pleasant, blithe chats. As youth and age sit on their desks to write their diaries, the pens draw nothing other than pleasant words of gratitude. Placing their heads on the pillows, people are smiling at the perfection of the story of the Author of the Universe. No questions goad the man, and no temptations of the future vex him.
The sun goes to sleep giving the charge of the sky to the moon and the stars, who like the most dutiful guards posted on their respective places, peeking at the earth with satisfied smiles.
Eyes are closed for the little sister of death with gratitude for this one and hope for another ideal day.
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