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

People 

​I do not hate people. 

They scare me. 
Every time they throw around their words; and then after an hour, apologise, saying how they didn’t mean what they said and it only came out of their mouths in the spur of the moment, it chills me to the bone, wondering how often they have done this to me, saying things that they didn’t mean, and even more so, thinking of how often I believed them with every ounce of my being, taking them to their words.

I don’t hate people.

They terrify me.
Each time someone becomes very important to me, so much so that by the end of our meetings, I am practically spilling my heart out to them, they leave. Every time someone important leaves, he takes away a part of me with him, and I am afraid that someday, so many parts of me would be taken away, that I’d just be a scattered mass of pieces that do not fit together to make a meaningful picture.

I don’t hate people.

They surprise me.
People surprise me with their undying declarations of love; with their confessions of an affection so strong that it takes their breath away.  They astonish me with their eloquence with emotions they don’t even feel, but yet express profoundly. They catch me off guard with phrases like “I love you”, “I can’t live without you” .
I have never hated people. They just terrify me.