Lesson for the day.

While sipping on my first cup of tea this morning I could sense my dog inching his way closer to my feet. As he came within touching distance he lifted his front paw and gently laid it across my feet. That's his way of thanking me for serving him his breakfast of bread and milk. He does this daily in one way or another. No way do I think of him as an animal. I can actually see him processing data when I look deep into his soft brown eyes. The display of gratitude never fails to amaze me and set me wondering if I could be a little more appreciative for the bounty of goodies I see around me. Flowers blooming in profusion, chickens scampering in the yard, heavy flush of tea buds on tea bushes, children on their way to school, a satisfying catch being hauled up by the local fishermen from a nearby pond, an amazing view of tea garden seen from my balcony, and variety of birds some screeching for attention others happy to entertain me with soft tilting notes. Multitude of crows cawing and swarms of midget sized sparrows squabbling. The best of all would be with the beginning of the new tea season and the constant aroma of fresh withering tea leaves. It invigorates me to the depths of my soul. It transports me back to years gone by when the same aroma would pervade my small housing locality of tea garden workers while the breeze blew in from the withering troughs. I can snatch happy memories from my sense of smell. Absolutely small and meaningless in the greater scheme of things but I am glad I have my pet dog (Sam) who has no pedigree whatsoever- as he is the son of a stray - jolt me out of my complacent ways.