Ode to this morning!

I am not a morning person but there was something peculiarly fresh about the gently chilly wintry morning today. It had rained out of the blue last night and the air was smelling absolutely fresh. The lazy looking sun mirrored my lethargy of getting up for the grind as it spreads its bright arms around.

I slept like a baby in my baby's arms and got up so loved. Hmmmm didn't want to get out of bed today. Mom and dad head back to Shimla today. And though (or maybe because) I didn't spend much time with them (feeling guilty now), I am going to miss them terribly.

I laid my head on ma's "godi" and told her that I will miss her. As Ma's soft touch caressed my forehead ever so lovingly, my discerning senses heard the voice of astir birds blend into the mellow devotional music playing in the neighborhood. And a hot cup of tea and a satisfying breakfast of hot puris and lal mirchi pickle sets the palate (and the day) moving. Time to head for work...

Hmmm.. The day doesn't seem so bad after all. A good morning indeed to all!