Hello friends I woke up early in the morning and studied. It felt good to come back to Steemit after a long time. I finished some work and had breakfast for everyone. I ate rice, meat, eggs and pulses this morning. Then I went to the roof of the house and stood for a while watching the sun. At that moment my cousin gave me a picture.
Then in the afternoon I went to the market to meet my friends. I talked with my friends there for a while. The fun of hanging out with friends on a winter afternoon is different. Then I went to my uncle's house and met him. Uncle's house has a beautiful garden, where different kinds of flowers bloom. But the most beautiful part of the garden is the red rose bush. I have loved red roses since childhood. Their smell, color and beauty always fascinates me. When I reached my uncle's house, the garden was lively and colorful. The chirping of birds and the gentle breeze mixed with the sweet scent of roses created a heavenly atmosphere. Mama saw me and said with a smile that your favorite roses have bloomed more beautifully now, come and see. I took out my phone from my bag and started taking pictures.
Countless flowers were blooming on the red rose bush. Each flower was calling me with its own beauty. Each rose petal with its bright colors and the dewdrops falling on them in the sunlight were all so perfect that I felt like I was holding a piece of nature's beauty while taking pictures. Mama smiled and said that you have such a love for roses, it seems that you will start living in their garden. I laughed and said maybe so, who wants to stay away from this form of nature. In the soft afternoon sun I was on my way to meet a friend on the side streets of the city. The street was quite quiet and peaceful. But its beauty is different. Light white clouds were floating in the sky, and some birds were sitting on the power lines. Their occasional flying scene looked like a little movie. There were some small shops on both sides of the road.
At one place I saw the smell of hot singara wafting in the air in a small roadside eatery. I stood for a moment enjoying the scent. The shopkeeper called with a smile, brother will have tea, I smiled and said I will come back and eat. I am going to meet my friend now. Some birds were still sitting on the electric wire. Their chirping and the noise of the street shops created a wonderful musical atmosphere. Walking among these small sights and sounds, it seemed that the beauty of life is hidden right here in these simple yet vivid moments. So on the way to meet a friend I was thinking that walking on such a road would bring some kind of peace to the mind. Then some rustic food came into sight on the roadside. These are foods called Nimki and goja.
When I returned home after chatting with my friend, it was late evening and night had come. The light cold air of winter seemed to cut. I washed my hands and mouth with a little warm water. Such comfort on a winter night is like a different feeling of happiness. Mother was busy in the kitchen. In no time, the smell of hot food hit my nose. Sitting at the table, I saw that the menu included khichuri, hot roast meat and onion-pepper sauce. I spread a piece of butter over the khichuri and started eating it happily. Such food is heavenly on a winter night. After the meal, I came to the living room with a cup of hot tea and got under the covers. After browsing Facebook for a while, I realized that a kind of drowsiness has come to my eyes. Then I fell asleep.