
“Maybe the most important messages are already on the first page.”
“प्रकृतिलाई प्रेम गर.”
Today I was sitting in my legal research class with my clinical copy open and my favourite black ink pen, just trying to go through my work.
I wasn't really thinking of anything deep until my eyes fell on the first pages of my notebook.
Something I have seen every day for almost a month, but never really noticed properly.
“प्रकृतिलाई प्रेम गर.” and just below it, there was a reminder about how important clean air is for life, health, and everything we depend on.
I paused there for a moment.
Because I realized I had been using this copy, filling its pages with assignments, notes, and legal research on air pollution… but I never really paid attention to the first page itself. As a law student, I read about clean air in laws, policies, and environmental discussions.
I write about it as something we need to protect, regulate, and improve.
But sitting there, it didn’t feel like just a subject anymore.
It felt closer. Like the air I was breathing while holding my pen, turning pages, thinking, writing.
Like something I keep depending on without really noticing.
Even my favourite black ink pen moving across the page felt like a small reminder that everything needs clean air to keep flowing thoughts, studies, life.
We talk so much about protecting nature for the future.
But sometimes I wonder… how often do we even notice it in the present? Maybe the most important messages are already on the first page.
We just forget to look.
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