I know I will not go back to sleep now, although it’s a Sunday and I have no plans for today, I know that I will soon get up and start the day’s work. The clothes have already been put in the washing machine, some bit of ironing left, a little bit of tidying up — till the boys wake up. Mundane things that take away life’s stress and worries. I was always a morning person as far as I can remember. My mother got us into this habit early in life. On normal days we would be up by 7:00 and even on a weekend or on a holiday, mum would say, “OK fine I will let you sleep till late today, but you have to wake up by 8 o’clock!” Anyway I must thank her as I feel this is the best part of the day, when you can hear the birds chirping, there is a faint glow in the sky, there are very few people on the road and for just a moment you can almost believe that the world is a safe place to live, where nothing can go wrong, as if no one is having any bad thoughts, doing anything wrong or planning anything to hurt others. Its that time of the day when I am at my freshest best and most productive too. I remember while at school I would use this early morning hour to do a quick revision for my exams before I went to school. An early morning in Lonavla (a hill station close to Bombay) would mean taking a nice long walk breathing in clean, crisp air and of course having my dogs following us. Mornings also remind me of my father sitting in our home in Bombay, at the balcony, in his big high balcony chair and sipping his tea, looking out on the main road. He would always ask for his ‘Good morning kiss’ when he would see me. Mornings mean listening to the ‘doodhwala’ (milkman) or the ‘paowala’ (man who sells bread) ringing their bicycle ghanti (horn) waking up the world as they passed. Today it is drizzling outside and I guess it has been raining all night… if I were still in school, I would be all excited because an all night rain meant ‘No school!’ as our area took no time flooding up with the torrential Bombay rains.
My thoughts are interrupted…..here comes my son now, looking a little bit confused and groggy and this is what he just told me (in his exact words) ”Mummy do you know that sand can make your leg feel pokey?!!” ……..looks like someone else has also been dreaming 🙂
Very nicelywritten mehroo..it is truly wonderful to dream of people who hv passed away. It feels so real and makes u feel like u have actually met them..and the rains just started yesterday in Mumbai!
Really nice…felt straight from the heart!
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Mehroo it's amazing .. U truly are gifted
Thanks Reena, I honestly felt nice after writing this one.
By the way I don't know why but I always get each of your comments twice so I have taken the liberty to delete the duplicate one here.
Hey Preeti, so nice to hear from you, glad to know you are reading my posts, in fact I just happened to stumble upon your blog!! But the last post was in 2010, is that correct, why did you stop?
Thank you so much, Ms. Anonymous!
BIJAL MEHTA says
BIJAL MEHTA says
Hi mehroo how are u hope u have enjoyed in India.
BIJAL MEHTA says
India trip was so much fun and yet at the same time so very relaxing…must thank my family for that. It was so nice to meet you after all these years, i finally managed to find you! Hope to stay in touch forever now. Do continue reading 🙂