English Literature – Articles ☆ The Bliss of Early Mornings ☆ Shri Jagat Singh Bisht ☆

Shri Jagat Singh Bisht

(Master Teacher: Happiness & Well-Being, Laughter Yoga Master Trainer, Author, Blogger, Educator, and Speaker.)

Authored six books on happiness: Cultivating Happiness, Nirvana – The Highest Happiness, Meditate Like the Buddha, Mission Happiness, A Flourishing Life, and The Little Book of Happiness. He served in a bank for thirty-five years and has been propagating happiness and well-being among people for the past twenty years. He is on a mission – Mission Happiness!

☘️The Bliss of Early Mornings🌷

There is something divine about early mornings. Something that words can touch, but not quite capture. Mornings are ethereal, blissful, and sacred. They carry an aura of stillness that makes one feel connected to something larger — something timeless and pure.

Some mornings are calm, some are windy, some wear a veil of clouds. Yet, each one brings its own fragrance of freshness, its own symphony of birdsong. The koel coos softly from a distance; sparrows chirp in cheerful chorus; and pigeons flutter from one roof to another — as if the entire world is waking up in prayer.

On the quiet streets, old men walk leisurely, their footsteps unhurried. Some ride bicycles, their bells chiming like gentle reminders of life’s rhythm. A few jog with steady determination. Old ladies, with baskets or cloth bags, pick flowers from neighbourhood gardens for their morning puja — their movements calm and purposeful. The milkman arrives faithfully, as he has for decades, on his clinking, milk-laden rounds.

I rise much before the sun does. It is the most peaceful time of the day — the hour when the world sleeps and the soul awakens. This is when I sit for meditation. The silence feels alive. The mind grows still; the breath turns deep and steady. It is also the best time for yoga — for asanas and pranayama that gently align the body, mind and spirit. One feels tuned, cleansed, and ready for the day’s unfolding.

As dawn softly brushes the sky, I step out for a walk to the nearby park. The first rays of light begin to spread, painting everything with a quiet glow. I greet familiar faces — a silent namaste with folded hands and a bowed head, as if acknowledging the divine spark in each being. Mornings, to me, are temples of silence. Words feel unnecessary.

After a few rounds, I stretch and bend, twist and turn, breathe deeply and gaze up at the sky. The trees sway gently, the birds swoop gracefully, and the blue above looks boundless. For a few moments, one simply is.

On the way back, I smile and wave to children waiting for their school bus — their chatter and laughter bring a tender joy. Back home, I turn on the washing machine and prepare tea, with the same mindfulness one brings to prayer. Devotional music plays softly in the background, and a cup of tea with biscuits marks the quiet beginning of the day.

We sit together with the morning newspaper — reading, reflecting, and sharing thoughts. My wife moves to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The gentle clatter of utensils, the aroma of tea, the sound of bhajans — all blend into a symphony of serenity.

Those early hours of the morning are divine indeed — tranquil, uplifting, and full of grace. They remind us that life, at its core, is beautiful when lived slowly, consciously, and gratefully. And as the sun rises higher, one feels ready — ready for a beautiful, blissful day.