A Visit to the Green Park

 A Visit to the Green Park – A Short Story

Last Sunday, after days of hectic routines and endless screen time, I decided to visit the Green Park in my town—a place I had often heard about but never truly explored. It was early morning when I arrived, and the world still seemed half-asleep. The air was fresh, cool, and filled with the soft rustling of leaves. Dewdrops sparkled on the grass like tiny diamonds, and the sky wore a soft golden hue as the sun began to rise.

As I walked through the park gate, I felt a wave of peace wash over me. Tall trees stood proudly on either side of the winding paths, their branches dancing gently in the morning breeze. Birds chirped from the treetops, their melodies adding music to the silence. Some joggers passed by, lost in their rhythm, while elderly couples strolled slowly, sharing quiet conversations.

I found a wooden bench under a large neem tree and sat for a while, watching the world go by. Children began arriving with their parents, running toward the swings and slides in the play area. Their laughter filled the park with life and joy. Nearby, a group of friends were doing yoga, while a young man fed breadcrumbs to the pigeons that gathered near the pond.

I took off my shoes and walked barefoot on the soft, cool grass. It felt grounding, like reconnecting with something pure and real. I inhaled deeply, letting nature work its magic. For once, my mind wasn’t racing—I was simply present, enjoying the colors, the sounds, the peace.

Later, I bought a cup of tea from a small kiosk and sat near the pond. The reflection of the trees on the still water looked like a painting. A few ducks paddled gently, leaving small ripples in their wake. I took out my notebook and began to write—something I hadn’t done in months. Words flowed easily, inspired by the beauty around me.

As the sun climbed higher and the park began to fill with more visitors, I realized how much we often miss in the rush of daily life. That morning in Green Park wasn’t just a walk or a short break—it was a reminder of how healing nature can be, how simple joys bring the greatest calm, and how sometimes, all we need is a little green escape to feel whole again.

I left the park with a lighter heart, promising myself I’d return again soon—not just to visit, but to reconnect.