In a corner of the park there was a large group of men and women doing yogic exercises. Their leader and teacher gave instructions, and the people followed him. There were a few familiar faces of my father as well. They exchanged good wishes and good mornings with my father. The fragrant and colorful flowers bedecked with morning dewdrops looked very fascinating in the soft morning sunlight.
After a round of the park, we sat on a bench for relaxation for a while. My father talked about many advantages of early rising and a morning walk. He said a morning walk was as good for our body as good food. It helped us, he said, to keep a sound body which is essential for a sound mind. Then we took another round before returning home. We felt quite refreshed, energetic but hungry after the walk. It is not easy for me to leave the bed early in the morning. But that day I decided to get up early at least on Sundays, to enjoy my morning walk with my father. Since that day I am a Sunday morning walker. There are exceptions out I try my best not to miss it on Sundays. And I have been quite successful. It has also helped me a lot to know about flowers and birds. My father is a keen Did-watcher. It is during our morning walks that he introduced me to golden oriole, magpie, bulbul and wagtails. Similarly my knowledge about many seasonal flowers was acquired during these walks. Now, I am quite familiar with hibiscus, crocus, tulips, forget me knots and many others.