Colouration with pale thoughts

He woke up right before the alarm rang. The new routine had gifted him some blessings. Having a quality sleep and waking up early in the morning without having regret was one of them. While playing football, improvement in coordination between his eyes and legs was miraculous. 'Is Yoga really a magic?' He exclaimed sometimes. Soon after he took part in Yoga Summer course organized by Yoga Vidya Niketan, he realized it's a lifestyle that everyone should follow and the aftereffects would be magical. He remembered on the very first day he was able to enjoy only relaxation position. Every other posture was too much for him. But the magicians - his yoga teachers helped him and the entire bunch of disciples enjoy even the most difficult yoga postures. They taught the art of feeling the sensation of 'Chaitanyasana' in every yoga postures. Teachers were motherly who with affection and care enabled them to control their body mind and soul with the techniques of Yoga. B

It was dark out there. Sky had worn a thick grey blanket with holes in it. Stars blinked through the holes at times. It was time for rebirth of sun who had a miniature death last evening when he immersed himself into sea. Sun started to walk on his four legs with a paintbrush on one of his hands. As he stepped up from sea to sky, he dipped paintbrush on a dark red paintbucket and applied on the folds of the blanket that sky had worn. As he grew he kept changing the color of paint from dark red to orange to golden yellow. As he grew as a teenager, sun took a shining sword and tore the blanket apart. He showered romance and warmth on earth. Their love flourished with time. Earth was all set to celebrate rebirth of her lover. She vaporized layers of snow from her body. Water droplets on grass smiled back reflecting the universe in sunlight. Their children cried for food. Earth brought water and sun brought light for their elder children - algae, plants and trees - to do photosynthesis