This is an image of the mountains or in my opinion, an Eden where one loses himself completely, forgetting the cares of the world.

To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring – it was peace. – Milan Kundera

I’m sitting on the veranda of the old mountain cottage, looking at the verdant valley when, through the deep caves of thought, I hear a voice that sings. It begs me to lose myself in the greenish-grey spruces and deciduous trees, to drift with the soughing wind while the sunlight burns away old memories and enkindles a bliss that’s oblivious to the darker workings of pride and treachery, of daggers in the night, and rage murmuring in the blood. Perhaps this is the second Eden—a seraphic paradise where instead of cherubim alighting on whalebone coloured boughs, giving human beings their salvific panacea, we’re one with the susurrating breath of nature, the soft, sighing voice of the greens, reds, browns and oranges while a gentle drizzle augments the sense of oneness, and the wild reclaims what’s lost, obnubilating the dereliction with its viridescent waves.  

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Tanmay Philip
August 16, 2022 4:27 pm

I had to look up obnubilating. That’s a fun word to pronounce. This sounds like quite a place you went to in this piece of prosery. I hope that this is autobiographical. It sounds so peaceful and nice. You painted a very vivid picture within the word limit.

ben Alexander
August 16, 2022 6:42 pm
Reply to  Tanmay Philip

me too! I literally just looked it up 🙂

Gillena Cox
August 16, 2022 5:05 pm

Im always in awe of the number of new words i encounter in your writings.
Another awesome bit of writing. Luv the meld and the surrender to his surroundings.


August 16, 2022 6:36 pm

Indeed. Our souls must be the first thing rewilded. I love ‘viredescent,” and a great prefacing quote from a great writer.

ben Alexander
August 16, 2022 6:44 pm

Nitin, I’ve gotta know – do these vocab words just roll off your tongue naturally? Do you speak this sophisticatedly too? I’m so impressed at how you make these high level words flow in your lines… just amazing…


Janice Reid
August 16, 2022 6:50 pm

I must admit, you have me constantly googling the meaning of words when I read your blog 🤣.

Sherry Marr
Sherry Marr
August 16, 2022 8:07 pm

This BEAUTIFULLY and lyrically captures what must be our second Eden – available to us now, when we tune out the clamor and immerse ourselves in that “susurrating breath of nature”. Sigh. Therein lies what hope we have,in the beauty that is still here for us. Beautiful writing and the photo is stunning.

August 16, 2022 8:34 pm

I love the call to lose oneself, not-with-standing the inner naysaying voices, and the reference to the new Eden, a reset of life, a wholeness. Wonderful.

August 17, 2022 8:28 pm
Reply to  Nitin Lalit

Absolutely agree Nitin.

August 16, 2022 8:43 pm

Obnubilating was a new word for me, too. Is this is real place? Because it sounds so peaceful, this place where “we’re one with the susurrating breath of nature,”

August 17, 2022 7:21 pm
Reply to  Nitin Lalit

You’re very welcome. I imagine so.

August 16, 2022 10:39 pm

Prose that makes one dig deep, find new word meanings, ponder. Cheers.

Susie Clevenger
Susie Clevenger
August 17, 2022 12:44 am

Oh Eden, may your second coming be what it should have been before humans desecrated you. This piece is deep. One I need to rest in, reread, and savor. Amazing writing!

Jane Dougherty
Jane Dougherty
August 17, 2022 12:49 am

Love those whalebone-coloured boughs!

Carol Congalton
August 17, 2022 4:03 am

Nitin, you have a gift with the words that you weave into your storytelling. Well done!

August 17, 2022 7:03 am

An Eden reboot, I love the idea. Beautiful prose, Nitin.

August 17, 2022 5:27 pm

To be one with…yes, I think that’s the answer.

August 18, 2022 3:46 am

What vivid, lush imagery. I want to call this “silken prose”. Beautiful.

Naughty Netherworld Press and Readers Roost (@readersroost)

As a child, I used to love looking at the sky, doing “nothing.”
When I try to have a seat on my walker and gaze at the sky as a disabled older adult, I am inundated with Very Concerned People asking me if I’m all right.
I never thought it would be so difficult to do “nothing.”

August 21, 2022 4:24 am

Wow. Wonderfully written.

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