Spending time in the lush green tea gardens of Sreemangal, my childhood was bathed in soft golden light. I remember running barefoot through rows of flowers, chasing butterflies, and playing hide-and-seek with my cousins under the open sky. Back then, we never called it “sun exposure.” It was simply life.The warmth on our skin, the laughter swirling in the air, and the freedom of being outdoors shaped some of my happiest days.
When I look back now, I realize how gently those mornings held me. I would sit on the veranda steps, help gather flowers from our garden, or lie across a garden chair watching clouds drift slowly past. No one told us how many minutes we needed in the sun. No one mentioned supplements. The world around us cared for us effortlessly—quietly offering something precious without asking for anything in return.
Life today feels different. We exchange those nurturing little rituals for busy schedules, screens, and walls that separate us from the open sky. I often long for that slow rhythm of tea garden mornings—the dew drops glistening, the soft warmth brushing my face, the simple joy of belonging to nature without even noticing it.
Those mornings gave me more than memories. They gave me an invisible kind of nourishment, one that still sits quietly inside me.And perhaps, in this fast-paced world, what we need most isn’t complex. We could benefit from returning to the healing touch of a little sunshine whenever possible.
✨ A Soft Reminder: Step outside today, even if just for a moment. Breathe in. Let the sun rest lightly on your face. Let it remind you of gentleness.