What a nice sunny day!

Chomping on my broccoli at the Bean Curd located on the main street of Chatham in New Jersey on a sunny day I see the best open-top cars out on the tiny bustling road...busy as it seems with lots of tiny tots speeding their colorful bikes...bikes, in all sizes of tininess with cute red nosed kiddies peddling on them.
Daddies with a Starbuck’s Coffee in one hand ...and the other trolleying cute apple cheeked babies cuddled up in their tiny world of their own… And these babies seem to be in their happiest leisure, smiling at times and musing strangely at the loveliness of the outer world at other times, in the cute cushioned strolleys in which they are comforted and have the best of their life ever...seemingly carefree and cheerful...I wonder sometimes how nice it should be feeling in a strolley like that....aloof from realities and into the world of fairy tales, coz that’s the world they are aware of, thats the only world they live in, and that’s the only world they ever know.... be it in their rhymes, in their bed time stories, in their grandma’s fairy tales, in their world of fancy soft dolls and toys. They just got to be as happy!
There were also these proud moms walking the toddlers and enjoying the sun... peeping into windows alluring them with the girlie stuff and accessories...beckoning on their kids to walk right. There were couples waiting at the sandwich parlors... munching on their Sunday breakfast.
There were these grannies with their best sunday dress on, wearing their finest pair of ear rings, colorful scarves and stylish brooches walking hand in hand with the grandpas dressed as smartly and then seating themselves at the road side benches and indulging in their share of ice cream and watching the others pass by. They seemed to enjoy the sunny day and the pearly white cherry blossoms on the street. The tiny cafes and the eateries were busy catering their regular customers. There were people stepping in and out of a near by Church. Some were just wandering on the road experiencing a wonderful luxury of being at rest. The busy main street in this small town was indeed living.
There was an unusual peppy touch to the entire scenario... Everybody right from the babies in their carts to the oldies with their walking sticks seemed to enjoy what a sunny Sunday had to offer. It had an immense feel good factor...especially after a two day rainy recess. Everybody was just out to get the feel of the sun and its warmth and enjoy this perfect sunny sunday.
I must tell you that the concept of a sunny day holds such a dearest feeling in lives of the people over here. Its like everybody is damn excited about a nice sunny day... They plan for a holiday...a sweet day-out with their sweet hearts...parks and beaches here, especially are full ... swimming is an event to go for.... long day walking tours…camping… go boating...go fishing...go mountain climbing...and many many other recreational activities to do and indulge on a nice sunny day. Here...Its like Wow… what a nice sunny day!

Down there in my home town in India, last night, I listened to my mom complaining about the Sun…. Its tremendously hot out there and the sun is apparently very harsh on that side of the planet scorching and blazing bright, making any outdoor activity almost impossible… I still remember, we used to have lots of visitors visiting our place during this time of the year and showing them around in the hot sun was such a dreadful activity. The heat caused such an inconvenience to the guests that they almost swore on avoiding a trip to my place at this time of the year. I could see almost everybody grumbling at the heat. Last year, during this time, I felt the mad heat so strongly while hunting for my own house... There its like... Uff ...what a bad sunny day! Only curses come out to express the exasperation on perspiration!
The same sun rises here and the same sun rises there too...Yet such a whole world of difference at the same time.

I always did feel that you got to just accept what nature has in store for you....in this part of the world or that... To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

-Manasi