<rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Future by RSM HARSHA</title><link>https://rsmharsha.in/tags/future/</link><description>Recent content in Future by RSM HARSHA</description><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2026 00:00:00 +0530</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://rsmharsha.in/tags/future/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>One Fine Morning</title><link>https://rsmharsha.in/blog/one-fine-morning/</link><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2026 00:00:00 +0530</pubDate><guid>https://rsmharsha.in/blog/one-fine-morning/</guid><description>&lt;figure class="opacity-50">&lt;img src="https://rsmharsha.in/img/one-fine-morning-ghibli.png"
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&lt;h2 id="one-fine-morning">One Fine Morning&lt;/h2>
&lt;p>I am still a student,
chasing an M.Sc. degree,
with no job in my hands yet
and a thousand worries inside me.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>While others seem to move ahead,
I stand between hope and fear,
wondering when my life will begin
and when my path will become clear.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>But beneath all these restless thoughts,
I carry a gentle dream:
to marry the woman I love
and build a home filled with warmth.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I do not dream of a mansion,
nor riches beyond measure,
only a peaceful little home
where love is our greatest treasure.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>And then, one fine morning,
a golden ray of sunlight
will slip through our window
and softly fill the room.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Our little girl will run around the house,
her laughter floating through the air,
the tiny silver anklets on her feet
singing with every step she takes.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>My wife and I will watch her,
smiling without saying a word,
cherishing that beautiful moment
as though the whole world has paused.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Perhaps I am unemployed today,
still studying and searching for my way,
but I believe these uncertain nights
are leading me towards that morning.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>One day, I will look around our home,
hold my wife’s hand,
listen to our daughter’s anklets
and quietly whisper to myself:&lt;/p>
&lt;p>“All the waiting was worth it.
This is the life I once dreamed of
and now,
I am finally living it.”&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>