bhaskar saikia

There’s a certain magic that only early mornings carry.

When the world is still draped in silence, and the first golden rays touch the earth, something shifts within. The sky slowly sheds its darkness. The birds begin their songs. The air feels lighter, and the mind—often burdened by the noise of yesterday or the worry of tomorrow—finds a rare clarity.

I’ve come to believe in the quiet power of rising with the sun.

It’s not just about productivity or ticking tasks off early. It’s about waking up with the world, not after it. It’s about aligning your rhythm with something far greater than you—something that has risen and fallen since before we began measuring time.

Morning light has a cleansing quality. It softens our inner chaos. It gives form to our thoughts, just as it gives shape to the world around us. Some of my most peaceful, most meaningful reflections have happened in the early hours, often while simply watching the golden light play on leaves or while sipping warm tea beside a window.

A few mornings ago, after one such quiet pause, these lines came to me:

A Moment Called Life
Birds sing at a new dawn,
Tender petals bloom with the kiss of a new sun,
And life is reborn after a dark night.

The fight of light and dark continues,
With the cycle of dusk and dawn.
And the struggle of joy and sorrow goes on…..

That’s life and that is only to live and cherish.
Moment after moment, year after year.