The moment I wake up

The moment I wake up after a night sleep…it starts my day …mostly the sun is never there…but there’s a mild light in my room. My house is adjacent to highway …very rarely there’s silence…still I chant sanskrit mantra Karagre Vasati Laxmi which been taught to me since I learnt to speak….since when I was born I had the habit of sleeping at 6pm and getting up at 5am or 6am so.

The first thing I do when I get up from is wash my face with water and drink a little cold water . Standing in the window and enjoying the fresh morning breeze on my face is one of my favourite things. The sounds of vehicles passing by never stops …very rarely chirping of a sparrow is heard…when the highway is silent. The city is still to wake up.

The next thing that comes to my mind is performing a little bit of yoga for 10-15 min with mild classical music. I get tempted to have coffee or tea and yes I prepare coffee or tea myself. Mom saves a cup of yesterday’s milk for that. I come walking to window enjoying the fresh morning breeze sipping tea or coffee.

My mother and I have spotted some flower trees in my neighbourhood and I like to visit these trees for flowers …mostly what I collect is yellow or red hibiscus …jasmine and roses. But my mother compels me to have a bath if I go to collect flowers for morning prayer. After collecting flowers the task assigned to me to bring milk bag..the grocer just smiles a bit looking at me and without saying a word and gives me the milk bag of one litre.

I either jog on the huge gliding centre in front of my house building or I do cycling. I love to see twilight sky with reddish blue shades inhaling the fresh morning air. By the time I reach home morning breakfast is ready for me. Graduation engineering exams are just over. Atlast a little break from studies after 22 years. Got selected in campus interview too but joining is in the month of February. Till then a little break..mother feels I should concentrate a little bit on cooking and I religiously help her. It will take a bit of time to enter the new phase of my life. Again there’s going to new world and new people in it. I feel I should try for Gate exam too. I may continue with my post graduation too..but it will be as per things that are going to favour me.

How’s your morning don’t forget to mention

Morning thoughts 

Today I got up a little early then usual. I like to get up early in the morning when there is peace and calm and I can hope for some moments of solitude for me. These are the few moments which I look forward to every day.

A cup of coffee and the my bedroom window  I am in my heaven. The whole household is sleeping blissfully.

 In this moment I am me I am no one else. I can touch the core of my heart. The early morning breeze is playing with my hair, as I take a sip of coffee and look at the sky.

The eastern side is bright and colorful. I love this splash of colors, the new soft light of a day. 

 The early morning has  became my closest friend. Every day I come to meet her and she is there waiting for me. To shower all the new colors on me with utmost softness. We ask each other how the night was for both of us. Was it anxious was, it disturbed was it angry.

And we tell each other our secrets. She complains of her moon and the moonlight which does not listen. I tell her about mine. Tell her why I was worried, why I thought of my granny, why I missed someone….

Sitting and looking at the sky I can see birds slowly waking and chirping and they make me happy. I wish I too had wings and could fly. Life would be so different flying at your own will and going high and soar along the wind touch some unknown horizons only to find some more of them. To sing a song like a bird in all abandon to be carefree To fly over the mountains far, far away to see the rivers flow and the oceans dance to the tune of this divine creator who plays a band so perfectly that not a tune is out of .

What should I call him a painter, a script writer, ….a father, a mother.

A nurturer, a friend….

He is perfect in every sense of the word, and you witness the perfect perfection in everything he does.

How could he think and create such perfections is beyond my comprehension.

How a tiny drop of water has the strength to become a cloud.

How a tiny seed has the whole program that makes it into a tree.

How a human brain can do so many things.

And yet……….

The most I marvel is the human heart. Not bigger than your fist it is this heart that makes us and breaks us. That loves to belong and wants to belong. That wants understanding and yearns for appreciation. That cries and breaks and aches. You may not know yourself but your heart knows you too well …a little to well and sometimes this heart can make you feel the guilt and remorse and so many other ….

And in the heart of your heart is a sanctuary where…. in this secret chamber are very precious memories of …..your life

Very fragile, very sweet some memories

Of your grandparent’s smile

Your mothers hug

Your first love

A dear friend whom you shared your childhood secrets

A rainy afternoon which was very special

An evening which you could never forget

A song which still haunts you with nostalgia

And somewhere near this sanctuary of the blooms of happy memories all of us. I mean most of us keep a cactus garden too.

With thorns of hurts

Cactus of bitterness

Rocks of guilt

Heaps of remorse

And so…. on and…and on

And we nurture this not so beautiful land in us very lovingly. Yes we do and we find a sadist pleasure in it too.

When we need is all love and hope light and smile we dwell in this dark world and go through these shreds and instances of our past life which we should let go.

I looked at the sky it was getting brighter. Soon the day would be here. A whole set of limited hours with unlimited demands. So much is crammed in a day that I hardly found time to be myself until the night comes and I lie in the bed thinking of the whole day gone by. But as I close my eyes to drift into the land of dreams I know the morning will be bright. I smile and look forward to meeting her again and share the peace and calm for the next day.

I dream of blooms

I dream of birds

I sing a song

I fly with wings

To unknown lands

Where I and me

Are friends

And this friendship never ends


Morning delight

The beauty of the trees,

The softness of the air,

The fragrance of the grass, 

They speak to me

The summit of the mountain, 

The thunder of the sky

The rhythm of the sea

Speaks to me.

The faintness of the stars, 

The freshness of the morning,

The dewdrop on the flower speaks to me

The trail of the sun, 

The life that never goes away,

They speak to me.

And my heart soars.